When Aurora, Tithonus’ bride, shall have begun
To shed dew from her saffron cheeks at the fifth dawn,
The constellation, whether you call it Arctopohylax,
Or dull Bootes, will have been sinking, fleeing your sight.
Poetry-challenged as I am, it took me awhile to figure out what Ovid was saying.
Astronomy-challenged as I am, it took me even longer to figure out that, if you’re in the Northern Hemisphere, you can still see Ovid’s stars at dawn on the fifth of March – the constellation Bootes, with its bright star Arcturus, slowly sinking in the west.