The Archer’s arrows find their aim again,
And mocks the sting the Scorpion left behind!
That stubborn Goat will keep the seasons pain;
And introduce new hopes by dead ones signed.
The water-works will follow Man and Fish,
The Ram might butt but never is in doubt,
The Bull will use his head and never miss,
The chance to have a needed eating bout.
The heavenly Twins will have to take their flight,
From cautious Crabs resting in the sea,
But such a thought would never light
Upon the Lion full of courage and esprit.
And when, through the Maiden pure, the year now pales;
The slow descent of an unwelcomed curtain,
I’ll rejoice and love the balanced Scales;
Her beauty and her fairness that is certain.