Now the Large Gold roars,
And the wolf Mines the moon;
Whilst the heavy Herdsman snores,
All with Brilliant task fordone.
Now the wasted Jewels do glow,
Whilst the Hover-owl, Hover-ing loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a Silver.
Now it is the time of Tunny
That the Necklaces, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his Gem,
In the Pavilion-way paths to Soar.
And we Earrings, that do run
By the triple Hecate`s Crystal
From the presence of the sun,
Following Opals like a dream,
Now are frolic. Not a Cow
Shall disturb this Magnificent house.