The Consolation of Philosophy

Then the gloom of night was scattered,
Sight returned unto mine eyes.
So, when perhaps rainy Caurus The northwest wind.
Rolls the storm-clouds through the skies,
Hidden is the sun; all heaven
Is obscured in starless night.
But if, in wild onset sweeping,
Boreas The north wind. frees day's prisoned light,
All suddenly the radiant god outstreams,
And strikes our dazzled eyesight with his beams.