The morning sun sits on the hill
A shadowed arc with shining spill
when most arise to greet the day
I know the day my sleep will kill
Beneath the sheets, to sleep I'll go
The curtains cloud the sun's sweet glow
I wish I would wake with sun's ray
for in the dark, my soul will snow
When bubbling brightness touches clay
When rainbows rise in water's spray
Fatigue will bolt my body down
I hope my dreams will wake and pray
The luster of the sun can't lave
the blackness in my dreaming cave
My path, I hope the light can pave
My soul, I hope the sun will save
I do understand the discrepancies in the rhyming pattern.