DESCRIPTION:
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated, in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus, entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear, when day did close:
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.

Slow, slow fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
Yet slower yet, oh faintly gentle springs
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division when she sings.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short so ever:
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.

Droop herbs and flowers,
Fall grief in showers;
Our beauties are not ours;
Oh I could still (like melting snow upon some craggy hill)
Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since nature's pride is still a withered daffodil.