To Callistion

Shine, horned moon, upon our revels bright,
Shine through the lattice and dispel the night.
Shine where my fair Callistion doth rest
And make more golden still her gleaming breast.
We grudge thee not: that bright immortal eye
May all the deeds of eager lovers spy.
Thou, too, didst burn beneath Endymion's kiss
And now to her and me thou givest bliss.
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Philodemus
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