THEY saw it rise in the morning, <br />They saw it set at night, <br />And they longed to go and see it, <br />Ah! if they only might. <br /> <br />The little soft white clouds heard them, <br />And stepped from out of the blue, <br />And each laid a little child softly <br />Upon its bosom of dew. <br /> <br />And they carried them higher and higher, <br />And they nothing knew any more <br />Until they were standing waiting <br />In front of the round gold door. <br /> <br />And they knocked, and called, and entreated, <br />Whoever should be within; <br />But all to no purpose, for no one <br />Would hearken to let them in.<br /><br />Kate Greenaway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-sun-door/
