Make me a heaven, and make me there
Many a less and greater sphere.
Make me the straight and oblique lines,
The motions, lations, and the signs.
Make me a chariot and a sun,
And let them through a zodiac run;
Next, place me zones and tropics there,
With all the seasons of the year.
Make me a sunset, and a night;
And then present the morning's light
Clothed in her chamlets of delight.
To these, make clouds to pour down rain,
With weather foul, then fair again.
And when, wise artist, that thou hast,
With all that can be, this heaven graced--
Ah! what is then this curious sky
But only my Corinna's eye?