Silentia Lunae
FROM RONSARD
HIDE this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon,So shall Endymion faithful prove, and restLoving and unawakened on thy breast;So shall no foul enchanter importuneThy quiet course, for now the night is boon,And through the friendly night unseen I fareWho dread the face of foemen unaware,And watch of hostile spies in the bright noon.
Thou know’st, O Moon, the bitter power of Love.’Tis told how shepherd Pan found ways to moveWith a small gift thy heart; and of your grace,Sweet stars, be kind to this not alien fire,Because on earth ye did not scorn desire,Bethink ye, now ye hold your heavenly place.