Here you will find the Poem Prais'd be Diana's Fair and Harmless Light of poet Sir Walter Raleigh
Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light; Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night; Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound. Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods, Prais'd be her knights in whom true honour lives; Prais'd be that force by which she moves the floods; Let that Diana shine which all these gives. In heaven queen she is among the spheres; In aye she mistress-like makes all things pure; Eternity in her oft change she bears; She beauty is; by her the fair endure. Time wears her not: she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is plac'd; By her the virtue of the stars down slide; In her is virtue's perfect image cast. A knowledge pure it is her worth to know: With Circes let them dwell that think not so.
