Silver Night



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.

-Ben Johnson (1572-1637),
Hymn to Diana,
from Cynthia's Revels







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