The pale stars are gone!
For the sun, their swift shepherd,
To their folds them compelling,
In the depths of the dawn,
Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and the flee
Beyond his blue dwelling,
As fawns flee the leopard.
Voice of Unseen Spirits, Act IV, l. 1. - Prometheus Unbound (1818–1819; publ. 1820)