Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon! br Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day, br But here the steeds of Artemis delay br At heavenly rivers hidden from the noon, br Or quench their starry thirst at cisterns hewn br In midnight's deepest sapphire, ere she slay br The Bull, and hide the Pleiades' dismay, br Or drown Orion in a silver swoon.