English poem
Poem 195 (When the Sun got up this…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
When the Sun got up this morning He to feed the flowers began With a scarlet watering-can, Rest and sleep and breakfast scorning.
Now the Sun has all but set, On the very selfsame flowers Still dispensing liberal showers See, the gardener's happy yet.
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