21. To the Daystar on the Morning of Domitian's Return
Bright star, bring back the day: why check delight?
Our Caesar comes: bright star, bring back the light.
Dost thou then ride with the slow-moving bear,
Thou art so long the city's call to hear?
Castor to thee his flying steed would lend,
That so the dawn thou might more quickly send.
Why stay the sun? His steeds are fain to take
The bit, and Memnon's mother is awake.
Nay, 'tis the moon that will not yield to day
And with the stars would fain in heaven stay
To see our chief. Sire, e'en in darkness come:
Thy people need not light, if thou be home.
Our Caesar comes: bright star, bring back the light.
Dost thou then ride with the slow-moving bear,
Thou art so long the city's call to hear?
Castor to thee his flying steed would lend,
That so the dawn thou might more quickly send.
Why stay the sun? His steeds are fain to take
The bit, and Memnon's mother is awake.
Nay, 'tis the moon that will not yield to day
And with the stars would fain in heaven stay
To see our chief. Sire, e'en in darkness come:
Thy people need not light, if thou be home.
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