But each veiled shadow, and each dreadful phasm
Rose with the night, above the western shore—
When, through the void, all flame and ruddy gold
The Day-god’s cavalcade, descending, rolled.
Without the continent, old Ocean’s torrent
Extended to the earth’s remotest verge:
Both jovial Tritons, and the Powers abhorrent,
Were seized of provinces upon the surge;
And from Arcturus to the Southern gorge
Black tempests bearing old Eolus’ warrant