Classic Poem

Low in the east, old Neptune's breath
Spreads low in wispy white-fog bars,
And through I watch, with rapt, fixed eyes,
The naked Moon Girl, shameless sweet,
Climbing her dew-drop ladder stars
To her night-hung throne in the skies—
Up to her throne to modest film
Her charms in her sky-flung star-dust veil.
Her sweet, soul-bathing smile, serene
Falls like a cool hand on my brow.
Around her, courtier planets lie,
And past her, jester meteors fly,
Leaving a twinkling merry trail;
Modest 'fore all th' admiring sky,
She reigns—Night's undisputed Queen.