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1850–1894

XL — AN END OF TRAVEL

Robert Louis Stevenson

Let now your soul in this substantial world Some anchor strike. Be here the body moored;— This spectacle immutably from now The picture in your eye; and when time strikes,

And the green scene goes on the instant blind — The ultimate helpers, where your horse to-day Conveyed you dreaming, bear your body dead.

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