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. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Before This Little Gift Was Come
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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