The Sun-God

I saw the Master of the Sun. He stood
High in his luminous car, himself more bright;
An Archer of immeasurable might:
On his left shoulder hung his quiver'd load;
Spurn'd by his steeds the eastern mountains glow'd;
Forward his eagle eye and bow of Light
He bent, and while both hands that arch embow'd,
Shaft after shaft pursued the flying night.

No wings profaned that godlike form: around
His neck high-held an ever-moving crowd
Of locks hung glistening: while such perfect sound
Fell from his bowstring that th' ethereal dome
Thrill'd as a dew-drop; and each passing cloud
Expanded, whitening like the ocean foam.