Classic Poem

O Sun! Instigator of cocks!
Thou ...

Quickener! Maker of sound in the leaves,
and of running
Stir over the curve of the earth like the ripple of
Scarlet under the skin of the lizard,
Hunter!
Starter of westward birds!

Be heard
Sun on our mountains! Oh be now
Loud with us! Wakener, let the wings
Descend of dawn on our roof-trees! Bring
Bees now! Let the cicadas sing
In the heat on the gummed trunks of the pine!
Make now the winds! Take thou the orchards!

(We that have heard the beat of our hearts in the silence
And the count of the clock all night at our listening ears)
Be near!
Shake the branches of day on our roofs!
Oh
Be over us!