Chapter 31 No.31

Mild are thy rays, oh, Sol! from Taurus sent,

And from the Lion thy beams mature and burn,

And when thy light from pungent Scorpion darts

Transcendent is the ardour of thy flames.

From fierce Deucalion all is struck with cold,

Stiffened the lakes and locked the running streams.

With spring, with summer, autumn, and with winter,