They fell upon my head last night,
Those once in a blue moon All Saint beams,
And gave an extra hour of light
To illuminate my better dreams.
I dreamt as blue moon saints might do
Of mirth and merriment ahead
And hoped the evil in a witch's brew
Might prove epiphanic instead...
Should it twist that rarest hour,
Of rarest azure satellite,
Into a laudatory power
Promoting a saintlier delight...
Like honest Elizabethan cheers
From the merriest of sonneteers!