To The Sun God

Where are you?  Drunk, my mind becomes

    Twilight after all your ecstasy.  For I just saw

          How the enrapturing young god,

              Tired from his journey,

Bathed his youthful hair in the golden clouds.

    And now my eyes follow after him,

          But he is gone away to reverent

              Nations which still honor him.

I love the earth, which mourns with me.

      Like children when they are upset, our grief

              Changes to sleep.  And as rustling winds

                      Whisper over harp strings

Until the fingers of a master entice

      A prettier music, thus mist and dreams

                Play around us, until the beloved returns,

                        And charges us with life and spirit.