Evensong by Robert Louis Stevenson The embers of the day are red Beyond the murky hill. The kitchen smokes: the bed In the darkling house is spread: The great sky darkens overhead, And the great woods are shrill. So far have I been led, Lord, by Thy will: So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still. The breeze from the enbalmed land Blows sudden toward the shore, And claps my cottage door. I hear the signal, Lord - I understand. The night at Thy command Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 23:57:58 +0000
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