The Summer Sun Poem by David Mitchell

Before the day's mild sunrise breaks,
Before the restful world awakes,
I view the glimmering sky,
And like the softly stirring morn,
From dark to light am gently borne,
Toward the heaven on high.

And as the sun's effulgent rays
In fiery glory he displays
And as they warm the earth,
Through cloudless azure skies a light
He gives us with majestic might
And heat his wonder worth.

The sun's orb now is seen no more,
Now div'd beneath the western floor.
Though some slight light we see;
The twittering tones of the evening lark
Foretell the vast engulfing dark
That very soon shall be.