Mike Oldfield - Ode To Cynthia Lyrics
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chair,State in wonted manner keep.Earth, let not thy envious shadeDare itself to interpose;Cynthias shining orb was madeHeaven to cheer when day did close.Lay thy bow of pearl apart,And thy crystal-shining quiver,Give unto the flying hartSpace to breathe, how short soever.Hesperus entreats thy light,Goddess excellently bright.Bless us then with wished sightThou that makst a day of night.