One of the gifts in the Christmas package the in-laws send me every year (apart from last year when we were spending Christmas with them) was an old (published 1927) book of poems by Robert Louis Stevenson.

I love these kinds of gifts, because I would never have stumbled across this particular poet had it not been for this gift. It's what I love poetry - generally unpopular, poets normally find fame thanks to excited readers passing on their favourite books from person to person. It gives poetry a more intimate feel, which I completely adore.

So here is a taste of this lovely old book of poetry which now sits proudly amongst my many other volumes. Hopefully you too will see the joy in sharing the poetry you have discovered, by whatever means...

THE UNFORGOTTEN

By Robert Louis Stevenson

In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand

           As heretofore:

The unremembered tokens in your hand

           Avail no more.

No more the morning glow, no more the grace,

            Enshrines, endears.

Cold beats the light of time upon your face

            And shows your tears.

He came, he went. Perchance you wept a while

            And then forgot.

Ah me! but he that left you with a smile

            Forgets you not.