Robert Louis Stevenson Summer 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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In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
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AS swallows turning backward
When half-way o'er the sea,
At one word's trumpet summons
They came again to me -
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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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