THE scattered stars less brightly shine,
At length, upon the earth below,
And Night, o'ercome by new-born Day,
Withdraws her vagrant fires' glow.
Phosphorus drives his gleaming flock;
The icy sign of northern sky, -
The Arcade Bears of seven stars
Recall their light and turn to fly.
Titan looks out o'er Octan heights,
Slow rising up midst waves of blue,
And thickets, hung with Bacchus' fruit,
In opening day gleam bright with rue.
Diana, turning, flees the light,
And hides her face before the day;
While e'en the drifted, fleecy clouds
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