Explore "Summer Sun" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Great is the sun and wide he goes / Through empty heaven without 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 parlor cool, / Yet he will find a chink or two / To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad / He, through the key-hole, 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 garden of the World, he goes.