I saw the Master of the Sun. He stood High in his luminous car, himself more bright; An Archer of immeasurable might: On his left shoulder hung his quivered load; Spurned by his Steeds the eastern mountain glowed; Forward his eager eye, and brow of light He bent; and, while both hands that arch embowed, Shaft after shaft pursued the flying Night. No wings profaned that godlike form: around His neck high held an ever-moving crowd Of locks hung glistening: while such perfect sound Fell from his bowstring, that th' ethereal dome Thrilled as a dewdrop; and each passing cloud Expanded, whitening like the ocean foam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP DEATH'S DIGNITY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SUBSTITUTE FOR AN EPITAPH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MELANCHOLY: A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |