Celestial Luna has arisen
What gorgeous form
The moon glistening verbrate with flesh-ed skin
So pure and unctious
What divinity of form
Angelic pillars aspire to hold Assyrian Sin
And what form so perch
The arch of the back
Traces its way to behold such grace
As pure bells Céleste entreat
And atop the place
Reigns perfect of form
The gaze of Cephalium
If this young femme be without ring
Or tether honour bound
Let her now come to me
And let real love resound