But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise,
Tho' mark'd by none but quick Poetic Eyes:
(So  great Founder to the Heav'ns withdrew,
To  alone confess'd in view.)
A sudden Star, it shot thro' liquid Air,
And drew behind a radiant
Not  Locks first rose so bright,
The Skies bespangling with dishevel'd Light.
The  behold it kindling as it flies,
And pleas'd pursue its Progress thro' the Skies.