I SHINE OR SHROUD 



In April, when the linnets sing 



And the days lengthen more and more, 



At sundown to the garden door. 



And I, being provided thus, 



Shall, with superb asparagus, 



A book, a taper, and a cup 



Of country wine, divinely sup. 



R. L. STEVENSON. 



Underwoods. 



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; 



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