The sun walks in his castle.
He mounts a crystal stair
Where dawn’s bright silken banners
Are fluttering everywhere.
He climbs the steps, majestically,
Inspects his airy home,
And strides its highest parapets
Beneath that azure dome.
Then down the western staircase
In regal pomp he goes,
To the great hall’s flickering firelight
As sunset portals close.