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...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE AND THEY OBEY by CARL SANDBURG COOPER SQUARE by KAREN SWENSON THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON |