O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! <br />(You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.) <br />In rose-pale, fading blue of twilight sky, <br />See, the new moon's thin crescent shining clear; <br />Nine times I'll curtsey murmuring mystic words, - <br />And wish good fortune to our love, my dear.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/incantation-3/
