Giver of glowing light! <br />Though but a god of other days, <br />The kings and sages <br />Of wiser ages <br />Still live and gladden in thy genial rays! <br />King of the tuneful lyre, <br />Still poets' hymns to thee belong; <br />Though lips are cold <br />Whereon of old <br />Thy beams all turn'd to worshipping and song! <br />Lord of the dreadful bow, <br />None triumph now for Python's death; <br />But thou dost save <br />From hungry grave <br />The life that hangs upon a summer breath. <br />Father of rosy day, <br />No more thy clouds of incense rise; <br />But waking flow'rs <br />At morning hours, <br />Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies. <br />God of the Delphic fame, <br />No more thou listenest to hymns sublime; <br />But they will leave <br />On winds at eve, <br />A solemn echo to the end of time.<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-to-the-sun-2/
