Aqua Luna

If water had wetted the moon

Then no longer would a cold breeze

Wring me with a shivering spell, of frosty gloom;

And chance a star-filled dew falling in air,

Twinkling—drippings of the moon's mare

Will buoy our barren mirth, and please

Us and our earthly kindred, of our wear

Of hopes, of rosy lips, and budded tongues 1

For if water had wetted the moon

Then no longer drink from earthly springs;

Moon drops, raven as obsidian, soon

Return to our dry lands, a wet, moist sprig;

Return to us course love, that will wash us 10

Out of ignorance and unreflecting love

Of us and our earthly kindred, of our wear

Of hopes, of rosy lips, and budded tongues

For if water had wetted the moon

Then dew and satisfy every dreaded stoic

Then unchain the prideful sun, of its heroic

Light that in heaven reigns, rain

Here and revel in glowing, moony tides,

Restore rustic sceneries, and clad once clods

Their fig-leaf garlands, that bear a wizened brain

For sips of Aqua Luna, where timeliness bides