To greet the bless’d appearance of the sun. Westward, the wanton zephyr wings his flight, Pleased with the remnants of departing light. Fierce Boreas, with his offspring issues forth To invade the frozen wagon of the north; While frowning Auster seeks the southern sphere, And rots, with endless rain, the unwholesome year.

High o’er the clouds, and empty realms of wind, The god a clearer space for heaven design’d; Where fields of light, and liquid ether flow, Purged from the ponderous dregs of earth below.

Scarce had the power distinguish’d these, when straight The stars, no longer overlaid with weight, Exert their heads from underneath the mass, And upward shoot, and kindle as they pass, And with diffusive light adorn their heavenly place. Then, every void of nature to supply, With forms of gods he fills the vacant sky; New herds of beasts he sends the plains to share; New colonies of birds to people air; And to their oozy beds the finny fish repair.