It’s more direct now.
I Like this version better.
Much more personal.

It now has the punch
I wish I could deliver
With my own two fists.

What is that light, now,
Raging from the east? A sun?
Many more will rise.

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I wonder who can tell me what these four sonnets and their epilogue are about.  They are of a subject to which I return from time to time.