The speaker imagines the sun not as a blazing object, but as a caretaker. Its light falls like warm rain, watering the pastures of heaven so that golden lambkins can graze there. Those lambs are really stars, and the night sky becomes a peaceful flock moving across an endless field. There is a quiet tenderness in this vision: the universe feels less like empty space and more like a lovingly tended farm. The mood is calm, dreamlike, and strangely safe. Instead of feeling small or lost under the stars, a reader might feel invited to see the sky as something gentle and alive. The sun and night are not opposites here; they work together in a cycle of feeding and resting light. It is a comforting, almost childlike image of the cosmos, full of warmth, softness, and wonder.
The Sun Waters the Pastures of Heaven — Summary
The sun waters the pastures of heaven With warm rains of light;
For the golden-lambkins to graze . . The star-flocks of night.