All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
…
“When now, no more the alternate Twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the Solar blaze,
Short is the doubtful empire of the Night;
And soon, observant of approaching Day,
The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of Dews,
At first faint-gleaming in the dappled East;
Till far o’er Ether spreads the widening glow;
And, from before the luster of her face,