A step in the right direction

At the equator of that star cross'd morn, into his inbox an e-mail slipped. Twixt viruses and Viagra ads, a pristine yellow envelope sat, glimmering in the firmament of his monitor.
"Hark, what light through yonder inbox breaks? It is the east, and my first non-rejection is the sun."
For Ecks had click'd that fragile missive, and laid eyes 'pon words conceal'd, sent to him by a literary agent with charm and grace, quick of wit and fair of face, that said:
"I enjoyed this sample, prithee send me your novel in full that I might consider it, though take heed that I may yet refuse."
Dear heart! Ecks fell a-swoon, and resolved to deliver his weighty tome, hide-bound and wrapped, unto a stout and trusted yeoman that on the morrow he might bear it to London with all haste.
Adieu, adieu, adieu!