She filled the glass with crescent gold
And you can bet that I was impressed
By a sight, although eons old,
I had telescopically compressed...
Which gave pulsation to the air
And motion to her massy pocks
Slowly raising in Aurora's glare
Her oceans of volcanic rocks,
And as our Earth glow faded
With the beginning of the day,
I heard the night time quiet traded
For brand new sounds of avian play,
Which is the heaven songbirds make
When crescent moons help day to break!