Summer Sun
Robert Louis Stevenson
1850 to 1894
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To slip his golden fingers through.
Meantime his golden face around
Yet he will find a chink or two
The dusty attic, spider-clad,
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
The gardener of the World, he goes.
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Through empty heaven without repose;
He bares to all the garden ground,
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Above the hills, along the blue,
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
And through the broken edge of tiles
To please the child, to paint the rose,
Though closer still the blinds we pull
And in the blue and glowing days
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Round the bright air with footing true,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;