Another vernal gibbous, waxing bright,
Governs the cold sea serpent breeze beneath;
Fixing to riot just enough tonight
To glow like candles on a Christmas wreath.
Now and then a pale hemisphere shows
To drill a stratus with persistent beams,
Only to be blocked when Zephyrus blows
Billows into Hesperidian dreams...
Where nymphs console the dragon of the west
With a radiant glory of their own...
To harmonize with Luna...opalesced,
In her zaftig phase, fortnightly flown,
Hard imbued by that ever flaming beast
Once more raising his vigor in the east.