The Sun is shrouded
In her wreaths of gold
Her light shines through
Her cloudy mantle fold
Her palace is the sky
Her home is a lofty high
There she winks her eye
To every cloud that passes by
She wills where she may
On a path through the day
And every eve with a sigh
Sinks below and says good bye
Ivy Schex
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-15/
