Ii

The Sun arose and took The lofty heav’ns of right; From out the heav’ns he shook The pestilence of his light.

He paced upon his path And from his right hand hurl’d The javelins of his wrath, Contemptuous of the world.

Before his scornful lips The forests fell down dead, And scowling in eclipse Disbanding thunders fled.

He fills the hills with fire And blasts the barren plain; He hath stript the stricken briar, And slain the thorn again.

He cracks the rocks, and cakes The quagmires into crust, And slays the snake, and makes The dead leaf writhe in dust.

He halts in heav’n half way And blackens earth with light; And the dark doom of day Lies on us like the night.

A Land of clamorous cries; Of everlasting light; Of noises in the skies And noises in the night.

There is no night; the Sun Lives thro’ the night again; The image of the Sun Is burnt upon the brain.

O God! he still returns; He slays us in the dust; The brazen Death-Star burns And stamps us into dust.