And why unto the dawn my mind is made?
For Sunnied gaze bids mind enough to see
Where darkness now with heart cannot evade,
And reason sets me off to find to be.
And know I am to be, and reason: act,
With Heart abyssal seeking to emote,
Alight with rays from which I may abstract:
From Heart, defend with what I can denote.
But, does the heart intend for cruelty fraught?
Emotion hath but purest feeling formed.
And feeling then the purest form of thought,
It would the mind do well to be so warmed.
Yet may the heart to think the mind aflame,
It is the mind to know the sun’s acclaim.