"What vows she vowed, how oft that night she prayed, To all her gods and Mahound, in despair!
-- That they, by open miracle, the maid Would change, and give her other sex to wear.
But all the lady's vows were ill appaid, And haply Heaven as well might mock the prayer;
Night fades, and Phoebus raises from the main His yellow head, and lights the world again.