Westerly Nights!

Exorbitant lunar glow,
In nimbostratus diffusion,
Fell through the west wind below
Onto leaves of late may profusion...
Waving to the moonbeams above
In their salient struggle there
With turbulence admitting of
The very freshest kind of air,
As if her gold re-purified
All sacred tropospheric breeze
With illumination glorified
Among the branches of the trees,
Which we may thank for keeping spry
All of the inspiration blasting by!