She watches the sleeping world, as the light of the night.
Luminous, she reigns. Goddess through the darkness to twilight
Creatures of the dark and the deep, drawn to her celestial light,
Attempt to pluck her from the heavens at the stroke of midnight.
The skies go dark, the seas buck and very earth quakes in fright.
Will there be no one to control the seas or seasons with fertile moonlight?
Who now will inspire our desires and charm our dreams with insights?
No, great beasts! She is not your moon. Not here for your delight.
Begone, to your deep pits and watery caves, repentant and contrite,
As we pray you to leave her beauty where it lay alight.
Let her glowing splendor live eternal, grand and bright,
Inspiring the works of art and prose her gaze may invite,
And whose beams true lovers’ passions may excite.
Though we must say sweet dreams to her with daylight,
As above so below, may her magic return to us every night.