As the Misty Moon Rides High
Selene, the moon goddess, is on her duty,
With her silvery golden shaded face, she shines;
She's, lo, the ultimate perfection of beauty...!
Riding on her coach the zenith she has to reach,
The clouds like fine frankincense their aroma spread;
The celestial love and beauty she does outreach,
Radiance, on nature, like gold, does glory shred...!
"AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH" rains their faucets close,
The darkness of ignorance fails to cover her;
Kites and eagles as heavenly cherubim pose,
Elements of the world under and above stir;
Birds and beasts and trees and plants now new songs compose...!!!
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Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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