Maiden Moon New and Wise
brush the Sleep from shining Eyes
Give new hearts
there dreams desires
by the light of a fading fire,
Under the watchfull eye Of Mother
make all the young poets flutter
there pens at the fastest pace
least they forget your serene face
listen to the stories of wise grandmother Moon
as she tells you how once she made them swoon,
Be it febuary may or june
dancing under a naked moon.
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