Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, 
The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid!

By thy pale beams I solitary rove, 
To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, 
My friend, my goddess, and my guide.

E'en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height, 
The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil'd with the mantle of concealing night;
With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.