Hymn to Diana

Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair,

Now the sun is laid to sleep,

Seated in thy silver chair

State in wonted manner keep:

Hesperus entreats thy light,

Goddess excellently bright.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart 

And thy crystal-shining quiver;

Give unto the flying hart

Space to breathe, how short soever:

Thou taht mak'st a day of night,

Goddess excellently bright!

(From Cynthia's Revels)