Calling moon and moon
A Hymn to the Moon
(Written in an Arbour)
Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,
The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid!
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove,
My friend, my goddess, and my guide.
E'en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height,
The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil'd with the mantle of concealing night;
With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.
En spännande och synnerligen välskriven och elegant dikt om månen av Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1700-talet), och den är veckans dikt i Guardian, där Carol Rumens tolkar dikten vackert.
