Hymn to the Moon

Thou silver Deity of secret Night,
Direct my footsteps through the Woodland Shade,
Thou conscious Witness of unknown delight,
The Lovers Guardian, and the Muses Aid.

By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender Greife confide,
Serenely sweet you gild the silent Grove,
My Freind, my Goddess and my Guide.

Even thee fair Queen from thy amazing height
The Charms of young Endimion drew,
Veil'd with the Mantle of concealing Night,
With all thy Greatness, and thy Coldness too.
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