Underwoods/A Camp

by Robert Louis Stevenson

XXXII

A CAMP^[1]

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.

1. From Travels with a Donkey.