Fear not, dear friend, but freely live your days

Fear not, dear friend, but freely live your days
Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,
A lesser life, that what is his of sky
Gladly would give for you, and what of praise.
Step, without trouble, down the sunlit ways.
We that have touched your raiment, are made whole
From all the selfish cankers of man's soul,
And we would see you happy, dear, or die.
Therefore be brave, and therefore, dear, be free;
Try all things resolutely, till the best,
Out of all lesser betters, you shall find;
And we, who have learned greatness from you, we,
Your lovers, with a still, contented mind,
See you well anchored in some port of rest.

R.L. Stevenson

Stevenson era un narrador genial, un poeta delicado, pero sobre todas las cosas era un gran tipo, muy querido por sus amigos. Yo también lo quiero. Es sin dudas una de esas personas a las que me hubiera encantado conocer. Me hubiera gustado ser su amigo. El pulso de sus obras me hace bien.
Yo no soy un justo, pero también agradezco que en la Tierra haya Stevenson.

Update:

Y pongo otro, de guapo que soy:

Some like drink
In a pint pot,
Some like to think;
Some not.

Strong Dutch cheese,
Old Kentucky rye,
Some like these ;
Not I.

Some like Poe,
And others like Scott,
Some like Mrs. Stowe;
Some not.

Some like to laugh,
Some like to cry,
Some like chaff;
Not I.