SUN, Lord and Master, and sacred flame, Sword that Hecate shakes in her hands, Whether among the streets she stands, Or through the sky on her chariot rides, Or shrined on earth takes her holy name From the crossways where the road divides, Crowned with leaves from the oaken brake Or with twisting coils of a savage snake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE IVORY GATE: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NOVEMBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WILLIE CHALMERS by ROBERT BURNS AN HYMENAL SONG, ON THE NUPTIALS OF ANNE WENTWORTH AND LORD LOVELACE by THOMAS CAREW |