| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Robert Louis Stevenson. 1850–1894 |
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| 12. Summer Sun |
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| 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. | |
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| Though closer still the blinds we pull | 5 |
| To keep the shady parlour cool, | |
| Yet he will find a chink or two | |
| To slip his golden fingers through. | |
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| The dusty attic, spider-clad, | |
| He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; | 10 |
| And through the broken edge of tiles | |
| Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. | |
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| Meantime his golden face around | |
| He bares to all the garden ground, | |
| And sheds a warm and glittering look | 15 |
| Among the ivy's inmost nook. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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