“We that are of purer fire
Imitate the Starry Quire,
Who in their nightly watchful Spheres,
Lead in swift round the Months & Years.
The Sounds & Seas with all their finny drove
Now to the Moon in wavering morrice move,
And on the Tawny Sands & Shelves,
Trip the pert Fairies & the dapper Elves;
By dimpled Brook & Fountain-brim,
The Wood-Nymphs decked with Daisies trim,
Their merry wakes & pastimes keep:
What hath night to do with sleep?“
- Milton