Day-wat-so-to

Sunset

Edged with flaming gold o-je-ra            	     Fire
Rolls of tinted soft o-cha-da                  	     Cloud
Formed like unto rare o-je-ja                	     Flower
Etched the brilliant ga-ron-ya-ga          	     Sky
At the ending of on-ne-say-ra               	     Day
When the ga-rah-kwa waded slow         	    Sun
Into the wine-filled tank be-low
And sank beyond the after-glow
Of day-wat-so-to                                   	     Sunset


Lay the tired great on-wen-ja                	     Earth
At the feet of yo-ga-rah-ska                   	     Evening
Bearing balm of o-say-ron-tha               	     Sleep
To red children of the gar-ha                	     Forest
Lodged by Qonthie's fair a-jock-tha      	     Quinte's Shore
When the ga-rah-kwa waded slow         	    Sun
Into the wine-filled tank be-low
And sank be-yond the after-glow
Of day-wat-so-to                                    	     Sunset