The Golden Summer Sun.
The Golden summer sun, the world's day guard:
Your golden lightening flow 'n' sparkle beneath
the sky for hours before ebbing to the
tide of the moon and sparkl'ng shimmer stars.
Your golden face is the eye of the earth
that tells the time of day and night. Your art
is the art of a mysterious mystic;
Void of a reflect, man is its image.
Oh Golden sun standing on the blue sea,
When will you be young and never grow old?
The moon is a weak light's tattered shadow
that grows cold when the wind dance on the vale.
Above the hills, beneath the vale, on seas-
Your laddered hayloft smiles sheds a warm peak
Glitt'ring look 'nto the roses inmost nook,
And unshade the garden ground to its roots.
The banquet of heaven is earth and the
banquet of sun is the sky and beneath
is it shinning like Golden Jetli's sword;
The Golden summer sun, the world's day guard.
"words from the innocent mind"