Sunrise in the Tropics

Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
To see thee once more take thy throne.

There the patient palm tree watching
Waits to say " Good morn " to thee,
And a throb of expectation
Pulses through the earth and me.

Now over nature falls a hush,
Look! the east is all a-blush;
And a growing crimson crest
Dims the late stars in the west;
Now, a wave of vivid light
Sweeps away the shimmering night.
See! the miracle is done!
Once more behold, the Sun!