"Who, who from Dian's feast would be away? For all the golden bowers of the day Are empty left? Who, who away would be From Cynthia's wedding and festivity? Not Hesperus: lo! upon his silver wings 570 He leans away for highest heaven and sings, Snapping his lucid fingers merrily!-- Ah, Zephyrus! art here, and Flora too! Ye tender bibbers of the rain and dew, Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful, ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines, Savory, latter-mint, and columbines, Cool parsley, basil sweet, and sunny thyme; 580 Yea, every flower and leaf of every clime, All gather'd in the dewy morning: hie Away! fly, fly!-- Crystalline brother of the belt of heaven, Aquarius! to whom king Jove has given Two liquid pulse streams 'stead of feather'd wings, Two fan-like fountains,--thine illuminings For Dian play: Dissolve the frozen purity of air; Let thy white shoulders silvery and bare 590 Shew cold through watery pinions; make more bright The Star-Queen's crescent on her marriage night: Haste, haste away!-- Castor has tamed the planet Lion, see! And of the Bear has Pollux mastery: A third is in the race! who is the third, Speeding away swift as the eagle bird? The ramping Centaur! The Lion's mane's on end: the Bear how fierce! The Centaur's arrow ready seems to pierce 600 Some enemy: far forth his bow is bent Into the blue of heaven. He'll be shent, Pale unrelentor, When he shall hear the wedding lutes a playing.-- Andromeda! sweet woman! why delaying So timidly among the stars: come hither! Join this bright throng, and nimbly follow whither They all are going. Danae's Son, before Jove newly bow'd, Has wept for thee, calling to Jove aloud. 610 Thee, gentle lady, did he disenthral: Ye shall for ever live and love, for all Thy tears are flowing.-- By Daphne's fright, behold Apollo!--" More Endymion heard not: down his steed him bore, Prone to the green head of a misty hill.