Upon the blue mountain I stood, <br />Upon the mountain as he sank into the Rivers of Night: <br />The camps of the clouds in the heavens were shining with evening fires, many-colored, <br />And the pools on the plain below gleamed with many reflections: <br />All things were made precious with the Day's last ray. <br /> <br />Farewell, my Father, the Shining One! <br />Farewell, whither thou goest, <br />Like an aged chieftain adorned with the splendors of many deeds! <br />Thou dost touch the world with many reflections, <br />With parting injunctions many - <br />Thy thought thou hast given us.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-s-last-ray/
