Wallace Stevens - The Sun This March lyrics

The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become, And re-illumines things that used to turn To gold in broadest blue, and be a part Of a turning spirit in an earlier self. That, too, returns from out the winter's air, Like an hallucination come to daze The corner of the eye. Our element, Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down. Oh! Rabbi, rabbi, fend my soul for me And true savant of this dark nature be.