Hide this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon; <br />So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest <br />Loving and unawakened on thy breast; <br />So shall no foul enchanter importune <br />Thy quiet course; for now the night is boon, <br />And through the friendly night unseen I fare, <br />Who dread the face of foemen unaware, <br />And watch of hostile spies in the bright noon. <br />Thou knowest, Moon, the bitter power of Love; <br />’Tis told how shepherd Pan found ways to move, <br />For little price, thy heart; and of your grace, <br />Sweet stars, be kind to this not alien fire, <br />Because on earth ye did not scorn desire, <br />Bethink ye, now ye hold your heavenly place.<br /><br />Pierre de Ronsard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-moon-3/
