My Heart, When First The Blackbird Sings ~ Poem by R. L. Stevenson

My heart, when first the blackbird sings,
   My heart drinks in the song:
Cool pleasure fills my bosom through
   And spreads each nerve along.

My bosom eddies quietly,
   My heart is stirred and cool
As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
   A stone into a pool

p. 4But unto thee, when thee I meet,
   My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
   And ruffles in the blast.

Robert Louis Stevenson