And the moon in haste eclipsed her,
And the Sun in anger swore
He would curl his wick within him
And give light to you no more.
- Aristophanese, Chorus of Clouds
Zeus, the father of the
Olympic Gods, turned
Mid-day into night, hiding the light
Of the dazzling Sun;
And sore fear came upon men.
E'en now the glorious Sun eclipsed I see,
Deep sunk in shadows: lo! his beams decay:
Why then should prosperous fortune favor me
Through life's dim circle with a cloudless ray?
- Religious Poem