“Sun! You have set.

At the end of the day as you go to sleep .. Your dying rays scratch at the sandy shore,
Like waves which rise to comb the beach ..And bathe its grains of sand.
And still, your going down each day....Gives promise of a day to come.
I never crossed the water, never sailed the blue, Nor scanned the gull on his outstretching wings.

When you next dip under the sea, take me, Take me, will you? Won’t you take me?

Mood colours the mind with changing hues ..And the tint of the clouds is changed by you anon.
Now I have seen ..You, the sun submerged! The sun which has set!

The thickening glow of evening light
In the ruddy hour of dusk ..Whispers in my ear like a lost moment:
“’Tis time, dear, time to return to your den! No more of childhood’s song, an end to play.”

On a sandy shell-strewn shore I have danced with the waves. My garland of memories, pink with dreams,
I have dropped and left on the beach.

Ah, if time would stand still for a pause, And I could halt my weary wandering,
I would stop, and you would stop as well,
And an end would come to the shattering of dreams. Were I to stop, at once,
Like the end of a day I would sink down below ...Into the endless night of my final repose.
Sunk down with you, I would sleep,

I would sleep.”