Which now the Rising Sun gilds with his beams.  
 Such wonder seiz’d, though after Heaven seen,  
 The Spirit malign, but much more envy seiz’d  
 At sight of all this World beheld so fair. 
 Round he surveys, and well might, where he stood 
 So high above the circling Canopy 
 Of Night’s extended shade; from Eastern Point 
 Of Libra to the fleecy Star that bears 
 Andromeda far off Atlantic Seas 
 Beyond th’ Horizon; then from Pole to Pole	 
 He views in breadth, and without longer pause 
 Down right into the World’s first Region throws 
 His flight precipitant, and winds with ease 
 Through the pure marble Air his oblique way 
 Amongst innumerable Stars, that shone