Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
Robert Louis Stevenson18501894Summer Sun
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Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.