"The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do."

"East, oh, east of Himalay Dwell the nations underground, Hiding from the shock of day, For the sun's uprising sound… So fearfully the sun doth sound, Clanging up beyond Cathay; For the great earthquaking sunrise Rolling up beyond Cathay."

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

"See! led by Morn, with dewy feet, Apollo mounts his golden seat, Replete with seven-fold fire; While, dazzled by his conquering light, Heaven's glittering host and awful night Submissively retire."

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

"As the sun rises, decisions are made."

"The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting luminary, And all the strips of cloud began to vary Their hues, and all the zenith seemed to ope As if to show a cope beyond the cope!"

"Night is the time for rest; How sweet, when labours close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose, Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed!"

"Carve out dials, quaintly, point by point Thereby to set the minutes, how they run, How many make the Hour full, complete, How many hours bring about the Day."

"The east is blossoming! Yea, a rose, Vast as the heavens, soft as a kiss, Sweet as the presence of woman is, Rises and reaches, and widens and grows Large and luminous up from the sea, And out of the sea, as a blossoming tree, Richer and richer, so higher and higher, Deeper and deeper it takes its hue; Brighter and brighter it reaches through The space of heaven and the place of stars, Till all is as rich as a rose can be, And my rose-leaves fall into billows of fire."

"Oh the road to Mandalay Where the flyin'-fishes play An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!"

"The sun is stationed for all time, in the middle of the day... The rising and the setting of the sun being perpetually opposite to each other, people speak of the rising of the sun where they see it; and, where the sun disappears, there, to them, is his setting. Of the sun, which is always in one and the same place, there is neither setting nor rising."

"But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East."

"Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail! Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend."

"As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, And overlooks the highest-peering hills."

"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."

"Utu, shepherd of the land, father of the black-headed, when you go to sleep, the people go to sleep with you; youth Utu, when you rise, the people rise with you."

"Dawn was just getting serious. One of the rarely spoken advantages to being a birder are the number of sunrises you get to appreciate in the course of a lifetime. Most people come onto a day full blown—to a sun already high in the sky, a world already in motion, and the impossible task of catching up. They rarely see the tentative side of morning or appreciate the great struggle between light and darkness played out on a world stage. Some mornings come raging over the horizon, angry and red. Some are so subtle that the transformation of night and day seems like an afterthought. All are different and all are priceless."

"The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn."

"The [sun] never really sets or rises. In that they think of him “He is setting,” having reached the end of the day, he inverts himself; thus he makes evening below, day above. Again in that they think of him “He is rising in the morning,” having reached the end of the night he inverts himself; thus he makes day below, night above. He never sets; indeed he never sets."

"Prayer is good at any time, yet there are two periods of change of currents when turning to the Higher World is especially desirable—at sunrise and after sunset."

"At last the golden oriental gate Of greatest heaven 'gan to open fair, And Phoebus, fresh as bridegroom to his mate, Came dancing forth, shaking his dewy hair, And hurled his glistering beams through gloomy air."

"He knows but from its shade the present hour."

"With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight, From Life's glad morning to its solemn night; Yet, through the dear Lord's love, I also show There's light above me by the shade I throw."

"In the day, do the day's work."

"Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice, But for those who Love"

"Hours fly, Flowers die. New days, New ways, Pass by. Love stays."

"Begone about your business."

"I mark my hours by shadow; Mayest thou mark thine By sunshine."

"If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem The time for lo! it passes like a dream; But if 'tis all a blank, then mark the loss Of hours unblest by shadows from the cross."

"As the long hours do pass away, So doth the life of man decay."

"The Natural Clock-work by the mighty ONE Wound up at first, and ever since have gone."

"Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed; Once I went back when a good monarch prayed; Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow will return no more."

"Let others tell of storms and showers, I'll only mark your sunny hours."

"L'heure de la justice ne sonne pas Aux cadrans de ce monde: The hour of justice does not strike On the dials of this world."

"Horas non numero nisi serenas."

"True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon."

"A lumine motus."

"Thou breathing dial! since thy day began The present hour was ever mark'd with shade."

"The night cometh when no man can work."

"Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole, The index pointing at Him is our soul; Death the horizon, when our sun is set, Which will through Christ a resurrection get."

"Give God thy heart, thy service, and thy gold; The day wears on, and time is waxing old."

"Let not the sun go down upon your wrath."

""Horas non numero nisi serenas." There stands in the garden of old St. Mark A sun dial quaint and gray. It takes no heed of the hours which in dark Pass o'er it day by day. It has stood for ages amid the flowers In that land of sky and song. "I number none but the cloudless hours," Its motto the live day long."

"Amende to-day and slack not, Deythe cometh and warneth not, Tyme passeth and speketh not."

"True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun."

"Vivite, ait, fugie."

"I go away and come again each day, But thou shalt go away and ne'er return."

"Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of the day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse."