Diana and Endymion

It was a learned fancy, that bestowed
A living spirit and a human will
On those far lights that, whether fixt and still.
Or moving visibly along their road,
Were mighty to predestine, rule, forebode ;
Yea, to disclose, to long observant skill,
Not season's course alone, but good and ill.
For aye appointed in no changeful code.
A freer, yet a gentler wit, devised
That quaint old Fable, that beheld the moon
Gazing for hours on her Endymion,
Till she turned pale, by jocund morn surprised
While he, wrapped up in trance or vision dim,
Sleeps in her sight that ever wakes for him.