Fairest Luna,

Emblazon with your pale gold
A spectral fringe on speedy clouds
Blowing from oceanic cold
As if to flee the beachy crowds,
And let me fancy how you illume
Every furlong in the sky
Through which those misty fringes flume
In their dalliance with my eye
Which worships beauty up above
And the lovely things here on Earth
Like all the ways to make sweet love
And all of it's concomitant mirth
Whereby, your grace, you must accept
Your golden orb is most adept!