Phoenix Moon the Moon

Queen & Huntress
by Ben Jonson
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close:
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever:
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.

Then is made full the circle of her light,
And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright
Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then,
A wonder and a sign to mortal men.
-Homer, Hymn to the Moon trans. by Percy Bysshe Shelley
That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
-from The Cloud, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Let us be Diana's foresters,
Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the Moon;
And let men say we be of good government, being governed,
as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the Moon…
-Shakespeare, King Henry IV, I, ii
Plum petals falling
I look up… the sky,
a clear crisp Moon.
-Baiko
I cleansed the mirror
of my heart… now it reflects
the Moon.
-Renseki
She comes appareled in an azure vest,
Ultramarine as skies are deckt and dight.
I view'd th' unparalleled sight, which showed my eyes
A summer moon upon a winter night.
-The Arabian Nights (Burton's trans.)
Thou in the Moon's bright chariot, proud and gay,
Dost thy bright wood of stars survey;
And all the year dost with thee bring
Of thousand flowery lights thine own nocturnal spring.
-Abraham Cowley, Hymn to Light

Queen & Huntress by Ben Jonson Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night, Goddess excellently bright.
	Then is made full the circle of her light, And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then, A wonder and a sign to mortal men. -Homer, Hymn to the Moon trans. by Percy Bysshe Shelley
That orbèd maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. -from The Cloud, Percy Bysshe Shelley
	Let us be Diana's foresters, Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the Moon; And let men say we be of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the Moon… -Shakespeare, King Henry IV, I, ii
Plum petals falling I look up… the sky, a clear crisp Moon. -Baiko
	I cleansed the mirror of my heart… now it reflects the Moon. -Renseki
She comes appareled in an azure vest, Ultramarine as skies are deckt and dight. I view'd th' unparalleled sight, which showed my eyes A summer moon upon a winter night. -The Arabian Nights (Burton's trans.)
	Thou in the Moon's bright chariot, proud and gay, Dost thy bright wood of stars survey; And all the year dost with thee bring Of thousand flowery lights thine own nocturnal spring. -Abraham Cowley, Hymn to Light