How long until the moonlight orbs her eyes?
Since newly rose, she's grown to meet her prune
And I; a marbled sculpt who pondered wise
Had let all time within her grasp, to boon.
This cherry blossom has me stilled beside,
To wait; recalls a dream on petal'd fields
That I held one in winds with love as guide.
Yet she has bound a force from which she shields;
A wit that beauties fair had least resist.
Ah! Newer glance reveals the specs of stars;
A lover's twinkle gave a favored twist
That as the night foretells; a gain for Mars!

Her virtue met me neath the freckled night
I catch that star, which has her moons alight.