Lyric Poem · For Kids
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.
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“Summer Sun” by Robert Louis Stevenson — quilloak.com/poems/summer-sun
Quick facts
- Poem
- Summer Sun
- Poet
- Robert Louis Stevenson
- Length
- 20 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- For Kids, Nature, Summer, Childhood
Craft notes
How this poem works
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- Shape
- 20 lines · 5 quatrains
- Line length
- Consistent with long metre. Four eight-syllable lines (8.8.8.8), the hymn stanza's longer cousin.
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- Author record
- Robert Louis Stevenson1850–1894
- Source record
- PoetryDBSummer Sun by robert-louis-stevenson, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 6ed1caa129124955…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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