Singing of It All

Poetry From the Sonora

Of Many Songs

I have sung of the sun in the sky:
The grandeur and gold of it,
The splendorous reign of it,
The melt and the mold of it,
The bliss and the pain of it.

I have sung of the moon in the sky
The young and the old of it,
The wax and the wane of it,
The far-distant cold of it,
Celestial fane of it.

I have sung of the stars and their fli…