Why do the trees not sing of thee
Why are they quiet tonight
Why does the moon hide from me
Why does she not shine bright
Diana, thou art gone from here
Diana, thou hast flown
Thy father, Zeus, looks on in fear
At his daughter, fully grown
I dare say the night is young,
Dear goddess of the moon,
So let your beams shine strong
And leave us not, too soon
For, tonight we feast
In honor of thee,
The daughter of our king
Tonight we sing
Unto thee
Hear our voices ring
Tonight we dance
In thy grace
If thou will only shine
And spill thy light
On our feast
That we may see, to dine