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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a unique poem! This is the first time that I find a poem where the sun appears to be female.. thumbs up! HBH