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     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.

     Earth, let not thy envious shade

        Dare itself to interpose;

     Cynthia's shining orb was made

        Heaven to clear when day did close;

          Bless us then with wishéd sight,

          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 that mak'st a day of night,

          Goddess excellently bright.