The nightly hunter, lifting a bright eye
Up towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart
Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed
That timely light to share his joyous sport;
And hence, a beaming goddess with her nymphs
Across the lawn, and thro’ the darksome grove,
Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes,
By echo multiplied from rock or cave,
Swept in the storm of chase; as moon and stars
Glance rapidly along the clouded Heaven