The House of Atreus

I pray the gods to quit me of my toils,To close the watch I keep, this livelong year;For as a watch-dog lying, not at rest,Propped on one arm, upon the palace-roofOf Atreus' race, too long, too well I knowThe starry conclave of the midnight sky,Too well, the splendours of the firmament,The lords of light, whose kingly aspect shows-What time they set or climb the sky in turn-The year's divisions, bringing frost or fire.