When the red meteor rides the cloud.
Miss Landon.
51. When at noon,
High on his throne, the visible lord of light
Rides in his fullest blaze, and dashes wide
Thick flashes from his wheels
J. G. Percival.
52. Night on the waves, when the moon is on high,
Hung like a gem on the brow of the sky,
Treading its depths in the power of her might,