The sun has risen past despair.

 Oh substance of the heavens light Come by day a sweet delight,

The sun has risen past despair, and found its kindred light affair,

beyond the moon it's gentle clutch, in lights sweet degree of holy touch

Where sacred lips should only speak Beyond the thoughts of shadows weak

If thou moon would seek my heart, and timely come to romantic form

Would I hold it dearest when, and outcast then the very dawn.