The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries
From the broad moonlight of the sky
Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,--
Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn
Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone

Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome
I walk over the mountains and the waves
Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;
My footsteps pave the clouds with firе; the caves
Are fillеd with my bright presence, and the air
Leaves the green Earth to my embraces bare

The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
All men who do or even imagine ill
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might
Until diminished by the reign of Night

I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers
With their ethereal colors; the Moon's globe
And the pure stars in their eternal bowers
Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;
Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine
Are portions of one power, which is mine
I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven;
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?

I am the eye with which the Universe
Beholds itself, and knows it is divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse
All prophecy, all medicine, is mine
All light of art or nature; - to my song
Victory and praise in its own right belong