In night when colours all to black are cast,Distinction lost, or gone down with the light;The eye — a watch to inward senses placed,Not seeing, yet still having power of sight —Gives vain alarums to the inward sense.
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn.