Sunset in Navajo Land

WEEP onward, rays of Sun's departing light, For you have thrown across the flaming sky The desert's store of colors in your flight, On fitting altar laid the day to die.

With lavish brush you've rimmed the painted mists, (Which could become the medicine of rain) Wreathed them in golden red and amethysts, And made of earth a beauty close to pain.

Unseen as yet, I know the stars ride out En masse to meet the message-laden Sun, And gods await the Courier's glad shout That all is well on earth and day is done.

O! Sacred messenger! Before you go To hogans of the gods to take your rest, Know that still proud is ev'ry Navajo Of his wild blood and wandering unrest!

Sweep on! And carry thanks to those on high Who guard our flocks and bring the joyful rain: In peace and strength I watch the daylight dieI know that it will be re-born again. -FRANCIS EDWARD ROSS.