Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

A Child's Garden of Verses. 36. Fairy Bread

Come up here, O dusty feet!
    Here is fairy bread to eat. 
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
    And the shade of pine; 
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Ad Martialem
4. To Miss Cornish
5. To Madame Garschine

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