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 wishèd 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.