Phoebus

Phillip Chee

High on a throne of gleaming emeralds,
Attending him on either side stood Day
And Month and Year and Century, and Hours
Disposed at equal intervals between.
Young Spring was there, with coronet of flowers,
And naked Summer, garlanded with grain;
Autumn was there with trampled vintage stained,
And icy Winter, rime upon his locks.

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