The moon,
Her stars,
Chase thee Sun away,
Bring forth the night,
The shadowy beautiful night,
Bring forth your maidens fair,
Oh gracious moon,
Of silver crown and throne.
Oh let the muses sing their songs,
Their jests on mortals free,
Never tiring,
Ever playing,
Till,
The wicked Sun,
And his light comes anew.
And thus I write of night and fancy,
Of the music and comedies of her servants,
The moon, stars, muses three.
M.A. Wood
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