Hymn To The Sun.
By Thomas Hood
Giver of glowing light! Though but a god of other days, The kings and sages Of wiser ages Still live and gladden in thy genial rays! King of the tuneful lyre, Still poets' hymns to thee belong; Though lips are cold Whereon of old Thy beams all turn'd to worshipping and song! Lord of the dreadful bow, None triumph now for Python's death; But thou dost save From hungry grave The life that hangs upon a summer breath. Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies. God of the Delphic fame, No more thou listenest to hymns sublime; But they will leave On winds at eve, A solemn echo to the end of time.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Giver of glowing light!..."
Thomas Hood's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "Hymn To The Sun."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...