I Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone, Here I wait with the trembling stars To see thee once more take thy throne. There the patient palm tree watching Waits to say, "Good morn" to thee, And a throb of expectation Pulses through the earth and me. Now, o'er nature falls a hush, Look! the East is all a-blush; And a growing crimson crest Dims the late stars in the west; Now, a flood of golden light Sweeps across the silver night, Swift the pale moon fades away Before the light-girt King of Day, See! the miracle is done! Once more behold! The Sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT THE BIRD-BOY by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD POUR QUI SAIT ATTENDRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A PASTORAL ECLOGUE UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY KNIGHT by LODOWICK BRYSKETT THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |