Yeah. I am a certified collector of Google's celebration logo. And you can prove that. HAHA! =) Want to know more about him? As a blogger/(frustrated) writer, Robert Louis Stevenson is a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer. SEE?! He is so talented that I can be a (late) fan of him. Speaking of FAN /FANS. Stevenson has greatly admired by many authors. Click HERE. Born in November 13, 1850 and Died December 3,1894. One of his hundreds poems:
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you. He intent
Is all on his play-business bent.
He does not hear, he will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
He has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there.
Robert Louis Stevenson
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you. He intent
Is all on his play-business bent.
He does not hear, he will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
He has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there.
Robert Louis Stevenson
