Quatrains To The Sun

I A sunfort flourished in my sunless heart Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower apart The sunbirds of my lady's eyes were caged Alas, poor targets for the sun-god's dart. II The Sun at Chartres seen through an open door Was like a nest, wherein I hatched a score Of red-gold sun-thoughts. Now unheralded They change to sun-nymphs on my heart's dark shore. III The Sun at noon is like a pool of gold Towards whose uncertain brink the clouds have rolled To quench their thirst. Likewise the invisible winds Drink fire, and all my heart is sun-consoled. IV Like to a giant dragon in his cage Of clouds the Sun in unconcealéd rage Glares down across the magic of the world Intent upon this untried pasturage. V The Sun is a red arrow plunged to rest In the dark target of the sea's wild breast But morning shall unveil the gentle scene Of sun-girls bathing in a palimpsest.