This general dependence of mute nature upon the sun is a specially favourite subject with the poets. Thus (from an “Ode to the Sun):”—
All look to thee—aspiring, seek to rise;
The lordly eagle soars in trackless ways
Far above clouds, rejoiced to bathe his eyes
In purest azure streams of thy ethereal rays.
Joyous, upspringing from his morning bed,
The lark—enough to burst his tiny heart—
Proclaims thy welcome:—modestly its head
The lily lifts to thee to kiss, ere thou depart.
On Hermon’s top the snow jewel brightly shines—