III
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Hymn of Apollo
The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
All men who do or even imagine ill
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might,
Until diminished by the reign of Night.