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Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)


The Hayloft


Through all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.

Those green and sweetly smelling crops
They led the waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;--
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!

Oh, what a joy to clamber there,
Oh, what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay! 



Robert Louis Stevenson's other poems:
  1. Duddingstone
  2. The Canoe Speaks
  3. A Camp
  4. Bright Is the Ring of Words
  5. Good-night


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