For here is the Sun!
I think of long days at lawn-tennis,
Of dreams in my bass-wood canoe,
Of gondola-lounging at Venice,
And skies sempiternally blue!
I muse o'er the pleasures of playtime,
Of laziness, laughter, and fun;
Of lime-scented zephyrs and haytime—
But where is the Sun?
[Sun retires behind clouds, rain patters on the pane, and the Lazy One goes to bed.