"See how there The cowlèd night Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair."

"And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows, And smite the hills with day."

"As the sun rises, decisions are made."

"See! led by Morn, with dewy feet, Apollo mounts his golden seat, Replete with seven-fold fire; While, dazzled by his …"

"East, oh, east of Himalay Dwell the nations underground, Hiding from the shock of day, For the sun's uprising sound… …"

"The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance…"

"Night is the time for rest; How sweet, when labours close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose, St…"

"The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before th…"

"He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines And darts his light through every guilty hole."

"The heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east."