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A Camp

by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885

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.

Published in A Child's Garden of Verses

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