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