Queen and huntress, chaste and fair

Now the sun is laid to sleep

Seated in the silver chair

State in wonted manner keep

Earth, let not an envious shade

Dare itself to interpose

Cynthia's shining orb was made

Heaven to clear when day did close

Lay the bow of pearl apart

And the crystal shining quiver

Give unto the flying hart

Space to breathe, how short soever

Hesperus entreats the light

Goddess excellently bright

Bless us then with wished sight

Thou who makes a day of night