Luna Hear, Goddess queen, diffusing silver light, bull-horn’d and wand’ring thro’ the gloom of Night. With stars surrounded, and with circuit wide Night’s torch extending, thro’ the heav’ns you ride: Female and Male with borrow’d rays you shine, and now full-orb’d, now tending to decline. Mother of ages, fruit-producing Moon [Mene], whose amber orb makes Night’s reflected noon: Lover of horses, splendid, queen of Night, all-seeing pow’r bedeck’d with starry light. Lover of vigilance, the foe of strife, in peace rejoicing, and a prudent life: Fair lamp of Night, its ornament and friend, who giv’st to Nature’s works their destin’d end. Queen of the stars, all-wife Diana hail! Deck’d with a graceful robe and shining veil; Come, blessed Goddess, prudent, starry, bright, come moony-lamp with chaste and splendid light, Shine on these sacred rites with prosp’rous rays, and pleas’d accept thy suppliant’s mystic praise.