To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light.

Guarded with ships, and all our sea our own.

That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!

Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are …

Shouldn't the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?