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O well for him that loves the sun / That sees the heaven-race ridden or run, / The splashing seas of sunset won, / And shouts for victory.
God made the sun to crown his head, / And when death's dart at last is sped, / At least it will not find him dead, / And pass the carrion by.
O ill for him that loves the sun; / Shall the sun stoop for anyone?
Shall the sun weep for hearts undone / Or heavy souls that pray?
Not less for us and everyone / Was that white web of splendour spun; / O well for him who loves the sun / Although the sun should slay.