Incantations Part Four (excerpt) - Mike Oldfield

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 shade

Dare itself to interpose;

Cynthias shining orb was made

Heaven to cheer when day did close.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart,

And thy crystal-shining quiver,

Give unto the flying hart

Space to breathe, how short soever.

Hesperus entreats thy light,

Goddess excellently bright.

Bless us then with wished sight

Thou that makst a day of night.