Wide are the meadows of night, 
  And daisies are shinng there, 
 Tossing their lovely dews, 
  Lustrous and fair; 

And through these sweet fields go, 
  Wanderers amid the stars -- 
 Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, 
  Saturn, Jupiter, Mars. 

'Tired in their silver, they move, 
  And circling, whisper and say, 
 Fair are the blossoming meads of delight 
  Through which we stray.

Note: the word “shinng” seems to be spelled that way in all sources. I don’t know whether it was a typo, dialectic, or a heterodox spelling.