Daybreak

As blazes forth through clouds the morning sun
So shines your soul, and I must veil my sight
Lest it be stricken to eternal night
By too much seeing ere my song be done,
And I must sing your body's clouds that run
To hide you with their crimson, green and white
At sunset dawn and noon — and then the flight
Of stars that chant your praise in unison.

But I beneath the planetary choir
Still as a stone lie dumbly, till the dark
Lifts its broad wings — then swift as you draw nigher
I raise Memnonian song, and all must hark,
For you have flung a brand and fixed a spark
Deep in the stone, of your immortal fire.