An angel watches o'er the night, A goddess amongst seraphim, She flies abroad in high kingdoms And blazes silent stars alight;
She ices clouds in pale blue skies, Saves all for cherubim's eager tongues. Whilst Venus waits for her in bed She hums a peal from rosy lungs.
O! To hear her shimmer of a laugh! To see her fog of sugared breath a man would stake his brother's heart, Or lie 'gainst the devil's black'ned breast,
For she is the moon's far fairer twin, Cradled 'twixt the Sun and Mars, Who drapes the sky to heavy night and stitches holes for golden stars.