Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

A Camp

The bed was made, the room was fit,
By punctual eve the stars were lit;
The air was still, the water ran,
No need was there for maid or man,
When we put up, my ass and I,
At God's green caravanserai.

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. An English Breeze
4. To Sydney
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 14. Bright is the ring of words

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