HYMN TO PHOSPHOR.
Radiant Phosphor! thou art fashionedLike some beardless minion young,And before the giant MithraDo thy wingëd sandals run.Morning’s herald, urn of splendor!From thy stellar fountains flowPurer lustres, fires intenserThan thy brother stars can show.When their beams begin to darkenAnd the bird Alectryon sings,Still thy torch’s tresses sparkle,Still thine orb its radiance flings.Once the Dawn adored thy beauty;Thee her acolyte she made,Waiting in her saffron porches,While the world was wrapt in shade.Kissed she oft thy beamy temples,And from anemonies fairShook the dew-drops to besprinkleThy redundant yellow hair.With her arms about thee folded,Oft thy fragrant mouth she prest,That exhaled a sweeter odorThan the cassia-scented West.Hail, thou silver-shielded planet,Whom undying beams adorn!Hail, thou firmamental leader!Dewy sentinel of morn!
Radiant Phosphor! thou art fashionedLike some beardless minion young,And before the giant MithraDo thy wingëd sandals run.Morning’s herald, urn of splendor!From thy stellar fountains flowPurer lustres, fires intenserThan thy brother stars can show.When their beams begin to darkenAnd the bird Alectryon sings,Still thy torch’s tresses sparkle,Still thine orb its radiance flings.Once the Dawn adored thy beauty;Thee her acolyte she made,Waiting in her saffron porches,While the world was wrapt in shade.Kissed she oft thy beamy temples,And from anemonies fairShook the dew-drops to besprinkleThy redundant yellow hair.With her arms about thee folded,Oft thy fragrant mouth she prest,That exhaled a sweeter odorThan the cassia-scented West.Hail, thou silver-shielded planet,Whom undying beams adorn!Hail, thou firmamental leader!Dewy sentinel of morn!
Radiant Phosphor! thou art fashionedLike some beardless minion young,And before the giant MithraDo thy wingëd sandals run.
Radiant Phosphor! thou art fashioned
Like some beardless minion young,
And before the giant Mithra
Do thy wingëd sandals run.
Morning’s herald, urn of splendor!From thy stellar fountains flowPurer lustres, fires intenserThan thy brother stars can show.
Morning’s herald, urn of splendor!
From thy stellar fountains flow
Purer lustres, fires intenser
Than thy brother stars can show.
When their beams begin to darkenAnd the bird Alectryon sings,Still thy torch’s tresses sparkle,Still thine orb its radiance flings.
When their beams begin to darken
And the bird Alectryon sings,
Still thy torch’s tresses sparkle,
Still thine orb its radiance flings.
Once the Dawn adored thy beauty;Thee her acolyte she made,Waiting in her saffron porches,While the world was wrapt in shade.
Once the Dawn adored thy beauty;
Thee her acolyte she made,
Waiting in her saffron porches,
While the world was wrapt in shade.
Kissed she oft thy beamy temples,And from anemonies fairShook the dew-drops to besprinkleThy redundant yellow hair.
Kissed she oft thy beamy temples,
And from anemonies fair
Shook the dew-drops to besprinkle
Thy redundant yellow hair.
With her arms about thee folded,Oft thy fragrant mouth she prest,That exhaled a sweeter odorThan the cassia-scented West.
With her arms about thee folded,
Oft thy fragrant mouth she prest,
That exhaled a sweeter odor
Than the cassia-scented West.
Hail, thou silver-shielded planet,Whom undying beams adorn!Hail, thou firmamental leader!Dewy sentinel of morn!
Hail, thou silver-shielded planet,
Whom undying beams adorn!
Hail, thou firmamental leader!
Dewy sentinel of morn!