Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 44. Evensong

THE embers of the day are red
Beyond the murky hill.
The kitchen smokes: the bed
In the darkling house is spread:
The great sky darkens overhead,
And the great woods are shrill.
So far have I been led,
Lord, by Thy will:
So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still.

The breeze from the enbalmed land
Blows sudden toward the shore,
And claps my cottage door.
I hear the signal, Lord - I understand.
The night at Thy command
Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more.

       Vailima.

1. I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Requiem
3. Late, O Miller
4. Ad Martialem
5. At Last She Comes

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