The Orphic Hymn to the Moon Hear, Goddess queen, diffusing silver light, Bull-horn’d, and wand’ring thro’ the gloom of Night. With stars surrounded, and with circuit wide Night’s torch extending, through the heav’ns you ride: Female and male, with silv’ry rays you shine, And now full-orb’d, now tending to decline. Mother of ages, fruit-producing Moon,…...