Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
--Edward Young, Night Thoughts, Night I, vv. 18-20.
How is night's sable mantle labour'd o'er
How richly wrought with attributes divine.
--Ibid., Night IV, vv. 385-86.
(For another reference to Edward Young, see A15n6 .)