[Coeli Enarrant][486:3]

The stars that wont to start, as on a chace, Mid twinkling insult on Heaven's darken'd face, Like a conven'd conspiracy of spies Wink at each other with confiding eyes! Turn from the portent--all is blank on high, No constellations alphabet the sky: The Heavens one large Black Letter only shew, And as a child beneath its master's blow Shrills out at once its task and its affright--[486:4] The groaning world now learns to read aright, And with its Voice of Voices cries out, O!

? 1830.