The stars that wont to start, as on a chace...

The stars that wont to start, as on a chace,

Mid twinkling insult on Heaven's darken'd face,

Like a conven'd conspiracy of spies

Wink at each other with confiding eyes!

Turn from the portent — all is blank on high,

No constellations alphabet the sky:

The Heavens one large Black Letter only shew,

And as a child beneath its master's blow

Shrills out at once its task and its affright —

The groaning world now learns to read aright,

And with its Voice of Voices cries out, O!