Robert Louis Stevenson

My House, I Say

My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves 

That make my roof the arena of their loves, 

That gyre about the gable all day long 

And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song: 

Our house, they say; and mine, the cat declares 

And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs; 

And mine the dog, and rises stiff with wrath 

If any alien foot profane the path. 

So, too, the buck that trimmed my terraces, 

Our whilom gardener, called the garden his;

Who now, deposed, surveys my plain abode 

And his late kingdom, only from the road. 

Conhecido por A ILha do Tesouro e O Médico e o Monstro, o escocês Stevenson foi o autor de uma das frases minhas favoritas: "O silêncio pode ser a mais cruel das mentiras." Ao ficar quieto, pense bem!!!