I rose at 5 o’clock yesterday morning and sat on the terrace for an hour, watching the sun slowly rise over the mountain. The town was silent, sleeping. Only the myriad swifts on the wing were with me to greet the sun.
“O hastening light..” Walt Whitman
“In the sun born over and over..” Dylan Thomas
“Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright..” George Harrison
“Thy beams so reverend and strong..” John Donne
“Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth..” Thomas Campion
“I stood upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch, Was glorious with the sun’s returning march.” H.W. Longfellow
“Great is the sun, and wide he goes, Through empty heaven without repose..” R.L. Stevenson