R. L. STEVENSON
GOOD company for vagabonds or saints,
He wrought our joy out of his miseries;
Coloured our dreams with a child’s box of paints;
Conquered the world with that toy sword of his.
GOOD company for vagabonds or saints,
He wrought our joy out of his miseries;
Coloured our dreams with a child’s box of paints;
Conquered the world with that toy sword of his.