exclaimed the sun in brilli'ed clamor.
"Unpack what plexed within the day shall offer."
She spoke before the rust-enflamed wings
horizon-wide of Delling,
dawn the citadel of Eastern elf
whose upward rose-enpetall'd feathers
call the Day out from the Night.
"I give you all and awe-ly chance
to dance beneath the light,
for Day is paged book of life's each golden chapter,
pages turned by Night's jet fingers.
For I do burden-draw across the heavens
but a ringed mirror polish'd
within whose gaze each creature sees
her own reflected brightness.
What all the green unknowing give
I looking glass a'back return
with gain of subtle warmth a'gathered
from my ample heart ablaze,
with bright thanksgiving for the pageant
greening 'neath my white-hooved pave.
I see your every all in glory,
humble giving without ask.
Without the asking, I give back,
for praise is lover's gaze
reflected free in sweet duet,
and I from lovers' isle emerge,
and each Day dip down into Western
lands where lovers' Gods do find.
Think not I receive not
your spirit's freely given light :
for all do each Day see it shining
as I bridge above your blessed plains.
Good Day. Good Day to you, my creatures! Praise
the opportunity of Day to truly shine. Good Day!"
