"Ah! When dost all see the moon at night,
The Sweet moon, that leaves so serene a sight,
And, the moon disappearing away is our plight,
And our dream will reach there, from whichever height."
"Aye, I think the moon lights the sky,
Not with the firecrackers, on the fly,
Not with the chirping of enkindling birds, so high,
But with the bleak and taunting presence so nigh.
That not even bowers left open, in the dark,
And well, the asleep lark,
And aye, the castle dogs with their bark,
Can see us both, in our lurk.
But nay, there comes forth Cupid, sweet,
Tender to the lees, as a goat's own bleat,
With his company of guardians, as a fleet,
Arrows upon us, a love so neat."
"Oh! For thy solemn grace, fulfilling my heart,
Cupid arrows, sting it like a dart,
My love grows and I shall now start,
Watching from this barque, the love of a deer and hart.
In the garden of life we plant seeds,
And nurture them with all their needs;
And aye, do trust that flowers wil grow,
And watch them, when at the wind, they'll blow."