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Rh That wander in the spangled heavens, Be buried in the general doom. No more with gleaming, deathless torch, Shall Phoebus, lord of all the stars, Lead the procession of the years And mark the seasons; nevermore Shall Luna, flashing back his rays, Dispel the fears of night; and pass In shorter course her brother's car. The throng of heavenly beings soon Shall in one vast abyss be heaped. That shining path of sacred stars, Which cuts obliquely 'thwart the zones, The standard-bearer of the years, Shall see the stars in ruin fall, Itself in ruin falling. He, The Ram, who, in the early spring, Restores the sails to the warming breeze, Shall headlong plunge into those waves Through which the trembling maid of Greece He bore of old. And Taurus, who Upon his horns like a garland wears The Hyades, shall drag with him The sacred Twins, and the stretched-out claws Of the curving Crab. With heat inflamed, Alcides' Lion once again Shall fall from heaven; the Virgin, too, Back to the earth she left shall fall; And the righteous Scales with their mighty weights, Shall drag in their fall the Scorpion. And he, old Chiron, skilled to hold Upon his bow of Thessaly The feathered dart, shall lose his shafts And break his bow. Cold Capricorn, Who ushers sluggish winter in, Shall fall from heaven, and break thy urn, Whoe'er thou art, O Waterman. And with thee shall the Fish depart Remotest of the stars of heaven;