THE summer sun shone round me, <br />The folded valley lay <br />In a stream of sun and odour, <br />That sultry summer day. <br /> <br />The tall trees stood in the sunlight <br />As still as still could be, <br />But the deep grass sighed and rustled <br />And bowed and beckoned me. <br /> <br />The deep grass moved and whispered <br />And bowed and brushed my face. <br />It whispered in the sunshine: <br />"The winter comes apace."<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-summer-sun-shone-round-me/
