Eos

"So on he drifted for two nights and days O’er the high swell, and oft his heart forbode The end; but when the fair-haired Dawn fulfilled The third day, then the tempest dropped, and fell A windless calm; and, poised on a big wave With quick look-out he saw the land near by."

"Surely the Sun has labour all his days, And never any respite, steeds nor god, Since Eos first, whose hands are rosy rays, Ocean forsook, and Heaven’s high pathway trod;"