Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody, <br />Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy <br />Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth, <br />From her immortal head in Heaven shot forth, <br />Far light is scattered—boundless glory springs; <br />Where’er she spreads her many-beaming wings <br />The lampless air glows round her golden crown. <br /> <br />But when the Moon divine from Heaven is gone <br />Under the sea, her beams within abide, <br />Till, bathing her bright limbs in Ocean’s tide, <br />Clothing her form in garments glittering far, <br />And having yoked to her immortal car <br />The beam-invested steeds whose necks on high <br />Curve back, she drives to a remoter sky <br />A western Crescent, borne impetuously. <br />Then is made full the circle of her light, <br />And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright <br />Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then, <br />A wonder and a sign to mortal men. <br /> <br />The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power <br />Mingled in love and sleep--to whom she bore <br />Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare <br />Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are. <br /> <br />Hail Queen, great Moon, white-armed Divinity, <br />Fair-haired and favourable! thus with thee <br />My song beginning, by its music sweet <br />Shall make immortal many a glorious feat <br />Of demigods, with lovely lips, so well <br />Which minstrels, servants of the Muses, tell.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homer-s-hymn-to-the-moon/
