Still quiet
climb the burning vermilion rays,
Hailing anew; as
wonder of ancient timeEarnest with uprais'd hands, priests chanted praise
Rich with awe, poured out in sacred mime
Red oblations of holy wine to greet
Yon ascending god, Phoebus glorified;
Myself, obeisant, here pay homage meet,
Ere the pallid moon set, and starry skied
Night betake herself to triumphant dreams
Such light
discovered in thy brilliant eyes;
To their lavish spirit; contented sighs
That fill me quite; bid my heart wake the day;
In thy thought, dawns delight, and here I pray.
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