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...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |