Living
A Camp
From Underwoods (1887)
Living
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.
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MLA
Stevenson, Robert Louis. “A Camp.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/stevenson/129/.
Chicago
Stevenson, Robert Louis. “A Camp.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/stevenson/129/.
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