Triumphant through illimitable space
With lustre unsubdued—ye fail at last!—
The time must come, when from your glorious orbs
The Eternal shall withdraw the kindling look
That feeds your living fires—and all these suns,
Extinct at once—shall perish! Thou Boötes,
Brightest of all that walk the beamy North!
Sunken and pale—thy golden car o’erturned,
Shalt set in night! and Sirius, who dost shine
In bright Orion’s train!—Ye Pleiades,—