53 LIGHTS OF THE WORLD

Speed forth, my song, the sun’s ambassador, Lest in the east night prove the conqueror, And day be slain, and darkness triumph,—for The sun is single, but her eyes are twain. And now the sunlight and the night contest A doubtful battle, and day bides at best Doubtful, till Phyllis wake. It is attest The sun is single. But her eyes are twain,— And should the light of all the world delay, And darkness prove victorious? Is it day Now that the sun alone is risen? Nay, The sun is single, but her eyes are twain,— Twain firmaments that mock with heavenlier hue The heavens’ less lordly and less gracious blue, And lit with sunlier sunlight through and through. The sun is single, but her eyes are twain, And of fair things this side of Paradise Fairest, of goodly things most goodly. Rise! And succor the benighted world that cries, The sun is single, but her eyes are twain!