The Wooing of the Sun

The Wooing of the Sun

by  The Baron

The sun had many sweethearts, but he never could decide, Which to choose among the many, to become his cherished bride. Once he loved a crimson rose, and again a bright carnation; But both of them refused him, to his majesty’s vexation. And one day he caught a moonbeam, soft descending in the spring, (With a silver-pointed fish hook, and a piece of golden string); He asked her then to marry him, with fervent protestation, Of his never dying love and heartfelt adoration. But airily she left him, with a flash of silver light! Flying downward through the meshes of the darkened veil of night. Then the sun king hid his countenance in anger and in pain, In the bosom of thunder, and the palace of the rain; When he saw a dewdrop, glistening upon a little pansy, And the gentle, modest maid entranced his kingly fancy. "I will wed me now this dew drop; I will woo her day and night; I will dazzle her with splendour and the brightness of my light.” So he whispered honeyed words, and paid homage by the hour, From his home among the clouds to the dew drop on the flower; But she laughed at all his wooing, to nothing would agree, And said a dew drop was too frail the sun king’s bride to be. Then the sun was greatly angered and burst the clouds asunder, Shining forth in his glory, sought to strike her then with wonder; But alas! his amorous breath, scorched the dew drop on the leaf, And the sun went down in sorrow and hid his head in grief.

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Source: TOL 23/12/1890