IX.
Then gracious Somnus, with his nightly spell,
(Beneath whose mystic beams great monarchs bend,)
Proclaim’d—the festival was at an end:
The good old god, who ever-timely wise,
Trod on the tender covering of their eyes;
And bade them pay due homage unto night:
But there was one, (the god dimm’d not his sight,)
Whose breast was blazing with that nuptial flame,
Which strives to ancestralize a family name;