There is a blessing in the air, a calm

That soothes the mind to bear thy gentle fart:

O, Moon! How becoming the hush of night,

Thy frosty aura, shining a pale light

To lead the lost and weary back to their rest.

When I first glimpse your glow, along my poo

I feel peace; such that, unannounced to me,

A new hope takes wind: immortal Beauty,

In your eternal presence; like a pain in the belly