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 To Noontide Shades incontinent he ran, Where the Brook with Sleep-inviting Sound; Or when Sol to slope his Wheels began, Amid the Broom he bask'd him on the Ground, Where the wild Thyme and Camomil are found: There would he linger, till the latest Ray Of Light sat trembling on the Bound: Then homeward through the twilight Shadows stray,

Yet not in thoughtless Slumber were they past: For oft the heavenly Fire, that lay conceal'd Beneath the sleeping Embers, mounted fast, And all its native Light anew reveal'd; Oft as he travers'd the Cerulean Field, And mark'd the Clouds that drove before the Wind, Ten thousand glorious Systems would he build, Ten thousand great Ideas fill'd his Mind;