Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light; <br />Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; <br />Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night; <br />Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound. <br />Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods, <br />Prais'd be her knights in whom true honour lives; <br />Prais'd be that force by which she moves the floods; <br />Let that Diana shine which all these gives. <br />In heaven queen she is among the spheres; <br />In aye she mistress-like makes all things pure; <br />Eternity in her oft change she bears; <br />She beauty is; by her the fair endure. <br />Time wears her not: she doth his chariot guide; <br />Mortality below her orb is plac'd; <br />By her the virtue of the stars down slide; <br />In her is virtue's perfect image cast. <br />A knowledge pure it is her worth to know: <br />With Circes let them dwell that think not so.<br /><br />Sir Walter Raleigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prais-d-be-diana-s-fair-and-harmless-light-3/
