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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WOULD I KNEW! by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FELLOWSHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES |