Thee too, modest tressèd maid When thy fallen stars appear When in lawn of fire array'd Sov'reign of yon powder'd sphere To thee I chant at close of day Beneath, O maiden Moon! Thy ray
Throned in sapphired ring supreme Pregnant with celestial juice On silver wing thy diamond stream Gives what summer hours produce While view'd impearl'd earth's rich inlay Beneath, O maiden Moon! Thy ray
Glad, pale Cynthian wine I sip Breathed the flow'ry leaves among Draughts delicious wet my lip Drown'd in nectar drunk my song While tuned to Philomel The lay Beneath, O maiden Moon! Thy ray
Dew, that od'rous ointment yields Sweets, that western winds disclose Bathing spring's more purpled fields Soft 's the band that winds the rose While o'er thy myrtled lawns I stray Beneath, O maiden Moon! Thy ray