Ode To The Sun

(Album: Akróasis - 2016)

What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry
To whom our vows and wishes bend
Here our solemn search has end

Mother of a hundred gods
Divine creation give her odds
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity, numinous and unparalleled

This this is she sitting like a Goddess bright
This this is she in the center of her light

Mark what radiant state she spreads
In circle round her shining throne
Scatter radiance like silver shreds
This this is she

To the celestial sirens harmony
And turn the adamantine spindle round
On which the fate of gods and men is wound
This this is she

Fame that her high worth to raise
Once seemed so lavish and profuse
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise

This this is she