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236 A mighty sphere he framed, unlightsome first, Though of ethereal mould; then formed the Moon Globose, and every magnitude of Stars, And sowed with stars the heaven, thick as a field. Of light by far the greater part he took, Transplanted from her cloudy shrine, and placed In the sun's orb, made porous to receive And drink the liquid light; firm to retain Her gathered beams, great palace now of light. Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing in their golden urns draw light And hence the morning planet gilds her horns. By tincture or reflection they augment Their small peculiar, though, from human sight So far remote, with diminution seen. First in his east the glorious lamp was seen, Regent of day, and all the horizon round Invested with bright rays, jocund to run His longitude through heaven's high road; the gray Dawn and the Pleiadès before him danced, Shedding sweet influence. Less bright the moon, But opposite in levelled west, was set, His mirror, with full face borrowing her light From him; for other light she needed none In that aspect, and still that distance keeps