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[A little before me, and hark!]
A little before me, and hark!
The dogs in the village bark.
And see, in the blank of the dark,
The eye of a window shine!
The dogs in the village bark.
And see, in the blank of the dark,
The eye of a window shine!
There stands the inn, the small and rude,
In this earth's vast robber-wood
The inn with the beds and the food,
The inn of the shining wine.
In this earth's vast robber-wood
The inn with the beds and the food,
The inn of the shining wine.
We do but bait on life's bare plain,
And through the new day's joy and pain
Reach to the baiting place again.
O rest, for the night, be mine!
And through the new day's joy and pain
Reach to the baiting place again.
O rest, for the night, be mine!
Rest for the night! For to love and rest,
To clasp the hands, to keep the nest,
Are only human at the best:
To move and to suffer divine.
To clasp the hands, to keep the nest,
Are only human at the best:
To move and to suffer divine.
Robert Louis Stevenson: Collected Poems | ||