WHEN LAURA DEPARTS, THE HEAVENS GROW DARK WITH STORMS When from its proper soil the tree is moved Which Phœbus loved erewhile in human form, Grim Vulcan at his labour sighs and sweats, Renewing ever the dread bolts of Jove, Who thunders now, now speaks in snow and rain, Nor Julius honoureth than Jan*s more: Earth moans, and far from us the sun retires Since his dear mistress here no more is seen. Then Mars and Saturn, cruel stars, resume Their hostile rage: Orion arm'd with clouds The helm and sails of storm-tost seamen breaks. To Neptune and to Juno and to us Vext Æolus proves his power, and makes us feel How parts the fair face angels long expect. Macgregor.