She by Diana stood, meek, yet sedate,
And trespass’d not beyond her own estate.
Aurora, lovely nymph with wings outspread,
Having heard with sorrow that the god was dead,
Came like a cloud across the purple field;
And, as she swept along the air, did gild
With the reflection of her crimson folds
Hills, valleys, mountains, plains, and gorsèd wolds.
(O lovely nymph! more lovely in the morn,
When o’er the heav’ns thy radiancy is borne;