So the man and his three faithful beasts lived there ever after.
POEMS BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
WHERE GO THE BOATS?
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand;
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
