“By this the northerne wagoner had set
His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre
That was in ocean waves yet never wet,
But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre
To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre:
And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill
Had warned once that Phœbus’ fiery carre
In hast was climbing up the easterne hill,
Full envious that night so long his roome did fill.”
Elizabeth Abbott.