The Sunshine Poem by Mary Botham Howitt
The Sunshine
I love the sunshine everywhere -
In wood, and field, and glen;
I love it in the busy haunts
Of town-imprison'd men.
I love it, when it streameth in
The humble cottage door,
And casts the chequer'd casement shade
Upon the red-brick floor.
I love it, where the children lie
Deep in the clovery grass,
To watch among the twining roots,
The gold-green beetle pass.
I love it, on the breezy sea,
To glance on sail and oar,
While the great waves, like molten glass,
Come leaping to the shore.
I love it, on the mountain-tops,
Where lies the thawless snow;
And half a kingdom, bathed in light,
Lies stretching out below.
Oh! yes, I love the sunshine!
Like kindness, or like mirth,
Upon a human countenance,
Is sunshine on the earth.
Upon the earth - upon the sea -
And through the crystal air -
Or piled-up-clouds - the gracious sun
Is glorious everywhere.
The gracious sun and his sunshine is glorious everywhere. Superb poem beautifully penned and meaningful too. Thanks for sharing.
Deceptively simple in its execution, but so very exquisitely does she draw those descriptions. A feast for the eye and the ear.
.........ohh super super nice...our sun graciously shows us nature's beauty....and sadly, man's destruction of this beauty....an extraordinary tribute to the sun ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice poem...I liked it. I love it, on the breezy sea, To glance on sail and oar, While the great waves, like molten glass, Come leaping to the shore.