Friday, October 21, 2011

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 pulled up, my ass and I,
      At God's green caravanserai.

A Camp by Robert Louis Stevenson

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