Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
That power Which erring men call Chance.
And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.
Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.