Classic Poem

I am the queen of earth and sea,
Who shall dispute the palm with me?
I am lovely as of yore,
When, upon the clouded shore
Of an abysmal sea, I stood,
Enkindled by the breath of God.
All things then, that hate the light —
All the gloomy brood of night,
Fled before me, as I blest
The raging deep with peace, and rest.
Then — the proud giant of the sun,
Leapt forth his glorious race to run,
And the breathing world her course begun:
How beautiful it was, to see
Beneath my beams, all things that be
Awake in primal revelry;
Oh turn to me, from the dark dull night;
For my voice is the voice of life, and light.