The Mother of volcano-will

5 p.m.
(in athletics)

Get to your mark, set, boom.
Anon the crown or doom.
The hero sparks of Noon
To have her striding boon
Draw quick her Will and Strength.
We pine to cover the length
Swifter than speed of light
And to kill the torpid Night.
Ever our moment's cloak
Must needs her Grace invoke,
For body alone the fane
Of Queen to devour earth's bane
And Life Divine to found
On soil aspiring unbound.