To The Descending Sun!

Why art thou pale and sad and sick... carrying no happy thought with thee... why lost thy vigor and zeal and zest casting shadows- dark and deep but mixed with somber evening shine like a death-bed patient's parting smile shedding never- ending grief; though I perceive thy daily death is no mishap but Nature's game of hide and seek of sinking day and rising night. It seems to me thou hast the breath of God in thee for solacing the cloudy hearts... now comfort me, my heart and soul, the world hast never seen!