And leads her to her own blue sphere,
Then calls forth her sentinel band—
At once ten thousand stars appear!
Hail, Queen Goddess! then shout the band
As, rising in her silvery car,
The Moon, with sceptre in her hand,
Bids Night her veil aside to draw!
Now blessed are they who can enjoy
An hour of such a summer’s night—
Speak, ye dungeons, life’s alloy,