THE EARTH TO THE SUN.
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THE EARTH TO THE SUN.
Oh Sun! oh glorious Sun!
The spell of winter binds me strong and dread
In the dark sleep, the coldness of the dead;
And song and beauty from my haunts are gone.
The spell of winter binds me strong and dread
In the dark sleep, the coldness of the dead;
And song and beauty from my haunts are gone.
The skies above me lower,
The frozen tempests beat upon my breast,
That wearily by its snow-shroud is prest;
And the wild winds rave o’er me in mad power.
The frozen tempests beat upon my breast,
That wearily by its snow-shroud is prest;
And the wild winds rave o’er me in mad power.
At thine averted gaze,
Benumbed and desolate, I droop and die:
Life of my life! Lord of my destiny!
Shine on me with thy life-imparting rays.
Benumbed and desolate, I droop and die:
Life of my life! Lord of my destiny!
Shine on me with thy life-imparting rays.
Look from thy radiant throne,
And o’er this waste, drear and unlovely now,
Young summer’s gorgeous loveliness shall glow,
And beauty clasp me in her magic zone.
And o’er this waste, drear and unlovely now,
Young summer’s gorgeous loveliness shall glow,
And beauty clasp me in her magic zone.
