A glorious sisterhood of goddess birth.
As many rivers also, yet untold,
Rushing with hollow-dashing echoes, rose
From awful Tethys: but their every name
Is not for mortal man to memorate,
Arduous; yet known to all the borderers round.
Now Thia, yielding to Hyperion’s arms,
Bare the great Sun and the refulgent Moon:
And Morn, that scatters wide the rosy light
To men that walk the earth, and deathless gods