Status: Good As Gold by: The Click Five
When Summer Stole My Heart
Summer Sun
By: Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
By: Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
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Prologue
She told me never to go into those woods.... -
Chapter One
I could feel my hand slip as Mrs. Johnson droned on...... -
Chapter Two
The plane ride to Ireland was boring. Boring and way too long.... -
Chapter Three
I clung to both Connor’s and Lucas’ arms.... -
Chapter Four
I was beneath something soft..... -
Chapter Five
I woke up to an empty room.... -
Chapter Six
Cool liquid ran down the back of my throat...... -
Chapter Seven
The next morning I woke up with a massive headache..... -
Chapter Eight
Dorian swiveled to meet the cold eyes of his brother..... -
Chapter Nine
We were all walking along the shore line of the lake that I had seen when I was left alone up in the court yard above the castle..... -
Chapter Ten
Dorian wanted to slam the door after he returned from yet another visit from his brother- if you could even call him that.... -
Chapter Eleven
I snuggled into heavy blankets and a soft, silky pillow.... -
Chapter Twelve
Another tear trailed down my hot cheeks.... -
Chapter Thirteen
A gorgeous sleeping Dorian, still holding on to my hand....