Green Day - Summer Sun

Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson

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 keyhole, 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.

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