The northern breath, that freezes floods, he binds, With all the race of cloud-dispelling winds; The south he loosed, who night and horror brings, And fogs are shaken from his flaggy wings; From his divided heard two streams he pours, His head and rheumy eyes distil in showers. With rain his robe and heavy mantle flow, And lazy mists are lowering on his brow; Still as he swept along with his clench’d fist He squeezed the clouds, the imprison’d clouds resisit; The skies, from pole to pole, with peals resound, And showers enlarged, come pouring on the ground; Then, clad in colours of a various dye, Junonian Iris breeds a new supply To feed the clouds; impetuous rain descends, The bearded corn beneath the burden bends, Defrauded clowns deplore their perish’d grain, And the long labours of the year are vain.