She was almost full --
White, bright, and full of light.
I saw the vague clouds sweep by her,
Trying hard but could not,
To dim her spirit or her vile smile.
I know she’s been waiting for this;
To wake up her demon lover in the night,
With her ethereal songs,
And her unmindful beauty.
And did I hear the groan of a soul that was bestirred?
Long buried and withered?
I looked up again at the sky,
The ghostly moon had hid behind the clouds.
I could only see the rim of her devilish desire'
And hear again the groans of love from afar.
Oh night!
If only this could pass.
For though seemingly sweet it is but cold;
And this music is too enchanting and wild.
