English poem
Ii
by Edward Carpenter (1844–1929)
Walk up! walk up! Well, you’re a stranger now; But that won’t last. It’s excellent rare fun Up here; but as we’ve much to see, allow Me to begin at once. Now, there’s the Sun. Where you come from I doubt that there was one Or aught to match it; ’tis too far to touch, But has its use, natheless, which is to run From end to end of heaven, and give rays such As may suffice to warm and light our earthly hutch.