作词 : Jump For Neon
作曲 : Jump For Neon
Lo, in the orient when the gracious light 
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye 
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, 
Serving with looks his sacred majesty; 
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age, 
yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, 
Attending on his golden pilgrimage; 
But when from high-most pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, 
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are 
From his low tract and look another way: 
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon, 
Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.