Summer Sun

“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 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.”
Summer Sun, by Robert Louis Stevenson

8 thoughts on “Summer Sun

    1. Thanks a lot, Ellada. I really appreciate your nice comment. It was a nice assignment I had given myself in context with the poem 🙂

    1. Hi Isabel. I’m happy to hear from you and thank you for praising my photos. I hope everything is okay!
      All the best,
      Hanna

    1. Many thanks Alison and Matt. It is the finest reward one can get when you hike: The sun’s green thumb 🙂 …added with an extraordinary spice from Robert Louis Stevenson ❤
      Happy walk to the two of you,
      Hanna

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