The Poet Greets the Dawn in Dreams

Hail, bright and glorious Dawn, hail and well met!
He who fathered the Galaxies with words commanded thee
  To rise, to gather the rays of the Sun, your brother
    And to rouse your father Day.
Oh Golden haired Daughter of Day and Night, Dusk's sister,
Come with brash trumpets and wake the tiny men of Terra,
   Flinging wide their windows and doors and pouring
     Golden light into their eyes. Dispell the ruin and
Growing corruption of Sulva, the evil in the night,
And strengthen the arms of man so that he may bear burdens.