Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on a rainbow of the salt sand-wave..; John Keathe The Sun Rose can be beautifully sung. It goes well with my dry chrysanthemums, Which are the very epitome of a chant— Why, even the water-lilies will sing of earth. As the shadows are here to see the garden. they pause to look at the flowers. They paused to look at the flowers Because they were here to revive the earth they needed to keep alive– and for that they needed flowers. As the shadows return To an earth of delicate surmise The sun rose and the garden beckoned.