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.  

                                         Soare de vara...

  Maret e soarele , imens si orbitor ,
Prin cerurile goale umbla-ncetisor ,
Si-n zilele senine , luminoase ,
Mai des ca ploaia razele-si descoase.

Desi obloanele le coboram spre soare
Pentru a tine odaia in racoare ,
El va afla o crapatura , doua-n care
De aur degetele sa-si strecoare. 

In podul de paienjanisuri plin coboara ,
Prin gaura de cheie se strecoara ,
Si printr-un colt de tigla faramata
In grajd el zambetu-si arata. 

In vremea asta , fata sa cea plina
Cuprinde tot ce e-n gradina ,
Si-mprastie o calda , lucie privire
Prin iedera ascunsa -n fire.

Prin dealuri si pe-al lor azur afund
Da roata-n cer sclipind , c-un adevar profund ,
Copilul sa il bucure si rozei sa-i dea umbra ,
El , gradinarul lumii astfel se preumbla.