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