
A prolonged labour—
then gloriously crowning,
sun rises; rejoice!

A prolonged labour—
then gloriously crowning,
sun rises; rejoice!

Eye of the tower
glowing with Cyclops power—
marvel of the sun.

Low-lying branches
framing pre-dawn horizon
natural portraits

From beyond the trees,
like a dead man arising—
the sun gathers mist.

In its dying light,
fleeing imminent darkness,
our sun shines brightest.