Before the birth of either Time or Place,
I reigned a despot over boundless Space:
But though I did my ancient throne resign,
Still half of this vast globe is mine;
To me the stars their brilliant lustre owe,
While drowsy mortals take repose below.
Me poets love, and crafty villains prize,
When they would hide an intrigue from your eyes;
I blind the sight and can confuse the brain,
Pray reader tell me, what’s my name?