The Glorious Sun
In the first sweet hour
of mourning,
When the skylarks sing
to the sun.
There comes to the Temple
of Nature,
The Beast of the Glorious Sun.
His coat glows like the
star-light,
His flank shines like the
sea.
His eyes are the pools
of Blue-sky,
His mane te flowing
springs.
With his hooves flashing like the
moon beams
On nights so cear and frail
on his brow
Spirals such a crown
that no other beast posseses.
The Beast steps in
to the Temple so still
With no movement to be seen
and then...
The SUN arizes
stiking the Beast with Fire!
No longer is the Temple still
no longer is movement unseen
The Beast steps toward the Alter
his crown shinning like angel's wings
And lays down
his Glorious crown
At the feet of the creator
As the Glorous Sun assends.