Sun, Sunrise and Sunset

I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic horrors, Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms, Like actors in ancient plays. 7

Then, rising with Aurora’s light,

Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day

 

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time—

Morn, Wak’d by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr’d the gates of light.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

 

The Sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out;

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn on th’ Indian steep, From her cabin’d loophole peep.

MY SUN SETS TO RISE AGAIN.

Sunset and evening star,

 

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

So when the sun in bed,

A single and distinct luminous body causes stronger relief in the objects than a diffused light; as may be seen by comparing one side of a landscape illuminated by the sun, and one overshadowed by clouds, and illuminated only by the diffused light of the atmosphere.

Inebriate of Air—am I— And Debauchee of Dew— Reeling—through endless summer days— From inns of Molten Blue—

The year’s at the spring

In the sun that is young once only, Golden in the mercy of his means.

Can flowers but droop in absence of the sun, Which waked their sweets?

The light and heat of the universe comes from the sun, and its cold and darkness from the withdrawal of the sun.

The sun is new each day.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain’s rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats— And Saints—to windows run— To see the little Tippler Leaning against the—Sun—

Men born in hot countries love the night because it refreshes them and have a horror of light because it burns them.