Which Phœbus dazzles with his too much light;
Bright queen of the first Heav’n, if in thy shrine
By turning oft, and Heav’n’s eternal might,
Thou hast not yet that once sweet fire of thine,
Endymion, forgot, and lovers’ plight:
If cause like thine may pity breed in thee,
And pity somewhat else to it obtain,
Since thou hast power of dreams as well as he
That holds the golden rod and mortal chain;
Now while she sleeps,[[31]] in doleful guise her show,