TO THE SUN DOOR.
THEY saw it rise in the morning,
They saw it set at night,
And they longed to go and see it.
Ah! if they only might.
The little soft white clouds heard them,
And stepped from out of the blue;
And each laid a little child softly
Upon its bosom of dew.
And they carried them higher and higher,
And they nothing knew any more.
Until they were standing waiting,
In front of the round gold door.
And they knocked, and called, and entreated,
Whoever should be within;
But all to no purpose, for no one
Would hearken to let them in. This vintage storybook image and poem, To The Sun Door, is from Marigold Garden by Kate Greenaway, circa 1892. Click on image to enlarge.
Carolyn Hawkins says
Such a lovely poem…thank you~
Elaine Moore says
Have you ever seen a pic of Kate Greenaway ? Such a talented lady. Thanks so much for sharing her work with us.
Lovely image and read. Thank you.
Julie J says
You’re welcome everyone.
Elaine, I have seen a pic (online) of Kate Greenaway. I am intrigued by the life stories and pictures of the artists whose work I scan and restore.