Cave of Poverty, The - Part 62
Oft as the low'ring Night prepar'd to drive
Her Chariot thro' the Fields of dark'ned Air;
And the Declining Sun made haste to dive
His Golden Head beneath the Hemisphere:
Posting to Thetis ' Arms, as Bards devise;
Or else to lend his Beams to other Skies.
Her Chariot thro' the Fields of dark'ned Air;
And the Declining Sun made haste to dive
His Golden Head beneath the Hemisphere:
Posting to Thetis ' Arms, as Bards devise;
Or else to lend his Beams to other Skies.
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