“Who at fall of eventide, Hesper, his cold radiance showeth, Lucifer his beams doth hide, Paling as the sun’s light groweth, Brief, while winter’s frost holds sway, By thy will the space of day; Swift, when summer’s fervour gloweth, Speed the hours of night away.

“Thou dost rule the changing year: When rude Boreas oppresses, Fall the leaves; they reappear, Wooed by Zephyr’s soft caresses. Fields that Sirius burns deep grown By Arcturus’ watch were sown: Each the reign of law confesses, Keeps the place that is his own.