Answer our prayers! and bid the discord cease
Of souls malignant!
Juvenilia.
VI SUN AND LOVE
Fleecy and white into the western space
Hurry the clouds; the wet sky laughs
Over the market and streets; and the labour of man
Is hailed by the sun, benign, triumphal.
High in the rosy light lifts the cathedral
Its thousand pinnacles white and its saints of gold