The Dragon flings his flame across the sky,
And claws his golden way above the trees;
The clouds blush scarlet as he passes by
And carry his reflection on the breeze.
Aflame within the graying cast of night,
Reluctant darkness flees before his gaze.
His tongue laps up the moon and cold starlight,
Replacing silver beams with amber rays.
The golden Dragon sets the sky on fire,
Blue silk bedecked with burnished, burning gold.
From the East he kindles, shining higher,
Illuminating valley, hill, and wold.
The Dragon flames, in amber-gold array,
The Rising Sun, the Dawn, Enkindled Day.