Explore "Come, here is Adieu to the City" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
COME, here is adieu to the city / And hurrah for the country again.
The broad road lies before me / Watered with last night's rain.
The timbered country woos me / With many a high and bough; / And again in the shining fallows / The ploughman follows the plough.
The whole year's sweat and study, / And the whole year's sowing time, / Comes now to the perfect harvest, / And ripens now into rhyme.
For we that sow in the Autumn, / We reap our grain in the Spring, / And we that go sowing and weeping / Return to reap and sing.