Evermore!

Oh mighty harvest lunar light
How many mouths have you helped feed?
How often have you coursed the night
To comfort both the mare and steed?

Oh mighty harvest lunar light
How many babies have you fed?
How many robbers in the night
Have you helped...to unearth the dead?

How many campers have you lit
With all the brilliance of your beams?
How often have you stoked the wit
Of poems written in your gleams...

Which fill the page with midnight gold
Just as it did in ages scrolled!