So with thronged voices and unhasting flight
The fervid hours with long return go by;
The far-heard bugles, piping shrill and high,
Tell the slow moments of the solemn night
With unremitting cry;
Lustrous and large out of the gathering drouth
The planets gleam; the baleful Scorpion
Trails his dim fires along the drousëd south;
The silent world-incrusted round moves on.
And all the dim night long the moon's white beams