The Full Sturgeon!

Oh golden orb of gracious light
Sweep away daylight's roasting sky
And tease the currents of the night
With the cool way your moonbeams fly,
Never thrown like the bolts of Zeus
Or with Apollo's brazen heat
Which threaten both cypress and spruce
Whereby lunar lovers meet
And by your beam will love much more
In the sportive midnight fashion
Which pumps the blood found at the core
Of a lover's fit of passion
And sure to keep that love awake
To boast of it for repletion's sake!