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Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody, / Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy / Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth, / From her immortal head in Heaven shot forth, / Far light is scattered-boundless glory springs; / Where'er she spreads her many-beaming wings / The lampless air glows round her golden crown.
But when the Moon divine from Heaven is gone / Under the sea, her beams within abide, / Till, bathing her bright limbs in Ocean's tide, / Clothing her form in garments glittering far, / And having yoked to her immortal car / The beam-invested steeds whose necks on high / Curve back, she drives to a remoter sky / A western Crescent, borne impetuously. / Then is made full the circle of her light, / And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright / Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then, / A wonder and a sign to mortal men.