I like this hint of stars being both lit up and alighting in their permanent positions in the firmament, after an eternity huddling together in the bolus of everything that was Chaos. 

Now, in their proper place, they can do what they’re meant to do, and sparkle. 

Hardly had he, the wise one, ordered all this

Than the stars

Clogged before in the dark huddle of Chaos
Alit glittering in their positions. 

Source: Ted Hughes, ‘Creation; Four Ages; Flood; Lycaon’, Tales from Ovid (London: Faber and Faber, 1997), p. 7

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