You start my day and build my dawn,
You bare my eyes to sky reborn,
You bid me rise, you urge me on,
Into a morn both swift and long,
As morning dies you are my noon,
You are the sun that makes me swoon,
And evening comes and evening goes,
Into the dusk with moonlit glow.
And onto night you show me rest,
And into dreams on slumber’s breast,
You keep me safe, you gaol my fears,
For even though you are not here,
The fairest, warmest piece of you,
Is in my heart; this much is true.