Ye stars and moon, that, when the sun retires,
Support his empire with succeeding fires;
And thou, great Hecate, friend to my design;
Songs, mutt’ring spells, your magick forces join;
And thou, O Earth, the magazine that yields
The midnight sorcerer drugs; skies, mountains, fields;
– Ovid, “Metamorphoses,” Dryden’s translation.
Silver was, by the ancient alchemists,
called “Diana” or the Moon.
– Brewer, “Dictionary of Phrase & Fable”.
The silent city was flooded with the
mellowest light that ever streamed from the moon,
and seemed like some living creature
wrapped in peaceful slumber.
– Mark Twain, “The American Vandal Abroad.”