Classic Poem

AT LAURA'S DEPARTURE THE ELEMENTS ARE VEXED WITH STORMS

When from her proper seat that tree we move,
Cherished by Phaebus once in human guise,
Black Vulcan at his labour sweats and sighs,
Renewing the grim arsenal of Jove
Who thunders now; in snows or rains that rove
Now speaks; nor Janus more than Julius plies:
Earth groans, the sun in sorrow veils his eyes
Viewing no more the Lady of his love.
Then Mars and Saturn, cruel stars, resume
Their rancour; and Orion, armed with clouds,
Shatters the helms and splits the spars and shrouds
And drives a thousand seamen to their doom.
To earth, sea and ourselves wild Æolus
Bewails her of whom heaven is covetous.