I gazed at her, as at the moon,
Hanging in lustrous twilight skies,
Whose virgin crescent, sinking soon,
Peeps through the leaves before it flies.
Untouched Diana, flitting dim,
While sings the wood its evening hymn.
II.
Again we met. O joyful meeting!
Her radiance now was all for me,
Like kindly airs her kindly greeting,