Homer's Hymn To The Moon.

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.     The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power     Mingled in love and sleep - to whom she bore     Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare     Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are.     Hail Queen, great Moon, white-armed Divinity,     Fair-haired and favourable! thus with thee     My song beginning, by its music sweet     Shall make immortal many a glorious feat     Of demigods, with lovely lips, so well     Which minstrels, servants of the Muses, tell.