Nature
XXI
From Songs of Travel, and Other Verses
Nature
The morning drum-call on my eager ear
Thrills unforgotten yet; the morning dew
Lies yet undried along my field of noon.
But now I pause at whiles in what I do,
And count the bell, and tremble lest I hear
(My work untrimmed) the sunset gun too soon.
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MLA
Stevenson, Robert Louis. “XXI.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/stevenson/75/.
Chicago
Stevenson, Robert Louis. “XXI.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/stevenson/75/.
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