Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.
The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
I'll tell you how the Sun rose.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.