I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.


The Winding Stair and Other Poems. Words for Music Perhaps, XIX, Those Dancing Days Are Gone


I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.

I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.

I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.

I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.