CodalSearch this book — or all of Codal…⌘K
nydus/PoetryPublic

A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

Page 415 of 454
Table of Contents

The Moon Is Sinking⁠—The Tempestuous Weather

The moon is sinking⁠—the tempestuous weather Grows worse, the squalls disputing our advance; And as the feet fall well and true together In the last moonlight, see! the standards glance!

One hour, one moment, and that light forever. Quite so. Jes’ so.

415