Above, Andromeda’s fierce sire
Glows in the skies with splendid fire;
Now Procyon rages, and the star
Of the mad Lion seen afar;
The sun brings back the time of drought,
The wearied hind his flocks hath brought
Languid with heat to shade and stream
There; where secure in tangled brake
The rough Sylvanus shuns day’s gleam,
And winds the silent bank forsake.