Sweet the moon upon vexed clouds that pass
And the silver dew upon the grass it shimmers
The howling creatures stirs in exultant a blast
Praise wonderous night soft spun glimmers.
When saunter I,on sober fields rich in red
The fragrant scent wild doth alarm my senses
Those carnal springing flowers burns my head
In rapture my soul breaks to her eminences.
In loneliness I sat watching light blue stars
Smiling across the wrinkled bloom of roses
In comely they swell across heaven's bars
Upon the lustrous fields their light reposes.
Now if life was not written in darker dooms
I'd gaze the night through a thousand moons.