See where Capella by Edna St. Vincent Millay

See where Capella with her golden kids

Grazes the slope between the east and north:

Thus when the builders of the pyramids

Flung down their tools at nightfall and poured forth

Homeward to supper and a poor man's bed, / Shortening the road with friendly jest and slur, / The risen She-Goat showing blue and red

Climbed the clear dusk, and three stars followed her.

Safe in their linen and their spices lie

The kings of Egypt; even as long ago

Under these constellations, with long eye

And scented limbs they slept, and feared no foe.

Their will was law; their will was not to die:

And so they had their way; or nearly so.