throwback: 2000: encomium

He gives the sun to surely rise,
          To break the blackest blue;
      On days He means to be risen upon—
        He makes my moments with you.
  For our time together dignifies
              All that in this is true;
          And for the golden-most He’d deem of dawn,
            My lady—
      Praise are my days with you.

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