And bid the constellations start to view?
The wandering planets to their paths recall,
And summon to the muster tenant spheres,
Till thronging to my standard one and all,
They crowd the zenith in unfathom’d tiers?
Do I not lure stray sunbeams from the day,
To hurl them broadcast as wing’d meteors forth?
Strew sheaves of fiery arrows on my way,
And blazon my dark spaces in the north?
Is not a crown of lightnings mine to wear,