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Hello,
Excuse me, I made a
mistake. Instead of making a copy of my posting I canceled it. Here it is
again.
Edmund
Summer minds I
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The Sun’s Travels
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.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.
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Collier "From Summer to autumn", Fine silver, enamel
Summer minds II
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Envoy
Go, little book, and wish to all,
Flowers in the garden, meat in the
hall,
A bin of wine, a spice of wit,
A house with lawns enclosing it,
A living river by the door,
A nightingale in the sycamore!
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.
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Collier "For a garden lady", Fine silver, enamel cloisonné
Summer minds III
Old man summer
thoughts.
The summer not hot,
The winter not cold,
That wish a man
Who gets slowly old
em
I like poems!
Edmund