“Thou silver deity of secret night,  Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,  The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid!{{pb}}By thy pale beams I solitary rove,  To thee my tender grief confide;Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove,  My friend, my goddess, and my guide.{{pb}}E’en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height,  The charms of young Endymion drew;Veil’d with the mantle of concealing night;  With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.”