That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon.
My soul, be not disturbed By planetary war Remain securely orbed In this contracted star.
To the orbed earth sometimes they do extend; Their view right on anon their gazes lend; To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd, The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.
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