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.

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

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was born in Scotland, but traveled the world as a celebrated author of poetry and novels inspired by his adventures. The poem Summer Sun is found in his famous collection of 121 poems, A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods.

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