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Requiem

    UNDER
    Under the wide and starry sky,
    Dig the grave and let me lie.
    Glad did I live and gladly die,
    And I laid me down with a will.

    This be the verse you grave for me:
    'Here he lies where he longed to be;
    Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
    And the hunter home from the hill.'

    Robert Louis Stevenson


From a Railway Carriage

    FASTER than fairies, faster than witches,
    Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches,
    And charging along like troops in a battle,
    All through the meadows the horses and cattle
    All of the sights of the hill and the plain
    Fly as thick as driving rain;
    And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
    Painted stations whistle by.

    Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
    All by himself and gathering brambles;
    Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
    And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
    Here is a cart run away in the road
    Lumping along with man and load;
    And here is a mill, and there is a river
    Each a glimpse and gone forever!

    Robert Louis Stevenson


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