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Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
 Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go
 Over those hoary crests, divinely led!
  Art thou that read more 
 Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go
 Over those hoary crests, divinely led!
  Art thou that huntress of the silver bow
   Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread
    Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below,
     Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow,
      Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread? 
 Lend me thy pen
 To write a word
  In the moonlight.
   Pierrot, my friend!
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 Lend me thy pen
 To write a word
  In the moonlight.
   Pierrot, my friend!
    My candle's out,
     I've no more fire;--
      For love of God
       Open thy door!
        [Fr., Au clair de la lune
         Mon ami Pierrot,
          Prete moi ta plume
           Pour ecrire un mot;
            Ma chandelle est morte,
             Je n'ai plus de feu,
              Ouvre moi ta porte,
               Pour l'amour de Dieu.] 
 The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but 
one moon.  
 The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but 
one moon. 
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
 Into the sunset's turquoise marge
 The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
  Enchantment sails through magic seas,
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 Into the sunset's turquoise marge
 The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
  Enchantment sails through magic seas,
   To fairland Hesperides,
    Over the hills and away. 
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
 The moving moon went up to the sky,
 And nowhere did abide;
  Softly she was going up,
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 The moving moon went up to the sky,
 And nowhere did abide;
  Softly she was going up,
   And a star or two beside.