Fleeting sun, departing friend,
Who calls to you, our joy to end?
Who beckons your redeeming rays
To other lands with longer days?
Did I despise your brightening hues,
Or seek another’s love to choose?
I cannot think what’s caused this rift
Between our ways. (The shadows shift.)
Your silken train of golden hair
Slips past my steps, my garden chair.
Departing glance. Your back is all
Can see my face, return my call:
Forsake this way, time’s mystery.
Return to stay and shine on me.