Robert Louis Stevenson Sun Poems

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.
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WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
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THE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.
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The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
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