Classic Poem

The goddess beautiful and bright!
She waves her hand on high,
And straight the Sun pours forth his might
And splendour o'er the sky.
The wakeful lark now leaves her nest,
And bears to Heaven the guileless breast;
The eagle rushes strong from rest,
To meet and prove his burning gaze
Upon the Sun's congenial blaze,
And steal his golden hue;
Above the sphere of earth to soar,
Till e'en the native cliff no more
Points to his piercing view;
Hail, mighty winged creature, there
May none thy high dominion share;
King of the trackless, sightless, boundless air!