Lady Moonlight Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

A ghostly galleon sails above the clouds.
On well trimmed topsails dancing moonbeams fly
Clothing the world below in silver shrouds
As she completes her voyage through the sky.

She carries not the heat of summer's sun.
Her light is no enhancing sea of gold
Reflections of a billion passing years
My Lady's heart is frivolous and cold.

And yet, the whole world trembles at her feet
Hers is the hand that moves the flooding tide.
She will not count her labours as complete
Until the world, and all therein, has died.