Friday, June 3, 2011

Summer Sun

"Great is the sun, and wide he goes
 Through empty heaven with repose;
 And in the blue and glowing days
 More thick than rain he showers his rays

 Though closer still the blinds we pull
 To keep the shady parlour cool,
 Yet he will find a chink or two
 to slip his golden fingers through.

 The dusty attic spider-clad
 He, through the key-hole, maketh glad;
 And through the broken edge of tiles
 Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

 Meantime his golden face around
 He bares to all the garden ground,
 And sheds a warm and glittering look
 Among the ivy's inmost nook.

 Above the hills, along the blue,
 Round the bright air with footing true,
 To please the child, to paint the rose,
 The Gardener of the World, he goes."

                              ~ Robert Louis Stevenson


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