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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 wished 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.
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