Helios

Oh, I am weary of a heart that brings
Star-worship even to the shining sun:
Rather a savage whose whole heart hath won
Radiance and joy from sunlight than whose wings
Flutter and fade before the twilight rings:
Why should we falter when the night is done,—
Dream-weavers, trembling in dim mists that stun
All things divorced from thought, and thought from things?
I am thy child, O Sun, as Julian was:
I crouch not in the shadows of my soul,
And grapple with dark terrors; nor, rewon,
Drink I of darkness when the shadows pass:
Even at death, when nearest is the goal,
I shall cry out to heaven, “The sun! the sun!”