Aurora (mythology)

"Mercury: I’le rowle me in Auroras Dew,"

"At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phœbus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre; And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre."

"You cannot rob me of free natures grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky Through which Aurora shows her brightening face."

"For nights swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Auroras harbinger; At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards."

"Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure, And bosom beating with a heart renew’d. Thy cheek begins to redden thro’ the gloom, Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine, Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise, And shake the darkness from their loosen’d manes, And beat the twilight into flakes of fire."

"With gentle hand, as seeming oft to pause, The purple curtains of the morn she draws."