Song Of The Sun Poem by Peter Black
Song Of The Sun
Hyperion, Hyperion,
God of light where have you gone;
To what do men sing out in joy.
Omens wing by hands employed
To search out where the god has went.
Olympus their courses bent,
But see not his raiment gleaming
In starry heaven streaming.
Above the Earth they take their paths.
Fly, until they come at last;
His palace, gold, at which men gaze.
Perish in a fiery haze.
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