To a Lady, LXII

I saw the little world from far, And did not know my home; But bless’d the little fairy star That did so lonely roam; ’Twas spinning round, and round, and round, And singing all the while, As went, until Apollo bound, Latona’s holy isle: Away the constellations shone Like stellar Cyclades, And spun the little Earth alone, Upon the airy seas.