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Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson


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.




Robert Louis Stevenson


Robert Louis Stevenson's other poems:
  1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
  2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
  3. To Charles Baxter
  4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 34. To My Old Familiars
  5. Voluntary


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