And when high Noon hast gain'd and when thou fall'st.

Moon! that now meet'st the Orient Sun, now fly'st

With the fix'd Stars, fix'd in their Orb that flies,

And ye five other wand'ring Fires! that move

In Mystick Dance, not without Song resound

His Praise, who out of Darkness call'd up Light.

Air! and ye Element! the eldest Birth

Of Nature's Womb, that in Quaternion run

Perpetual Circle multiform and mix

And nourish all Things; let your ceaseless Change