Monday, June 21, 2010
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 shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty 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."
I hope all of you have a day that's blessed with sun shine ♥
With warmest regards, Carol