from VOGUE

I found this poem in VOGUE today morning.

The hue of heather-honey,
the hue of honey-bees,
shall tinge her golden shoulder,
shall gild her tawny knees

Its a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

To you, let snow and roses
And golden locks belong
These are the world's enslavers,
Let these delight the throng.
For her of duskier lustre
Whose favour still I wear,
The snow be in her kirtle,
The rose be in her hair!

The hue of highland rivers
Careering, full and cool,
From sable on to golden,
From rapid on to pool -
The hue of heather-honey,
The hue of honey-bees,
Shall tinge her golden shoulder,
Shall gild her tawny knees.