Silvery Moon.

Round full Silvery Moon,
Lighting the darkest night.
Many a lover did swoon,
At such a glorious sight.

Wisps of clouds sailing past,
Tinged with silvery light.
Moons come and go so fast,
Theirs is a sad plight.

Pretty Maid look to the moon,
Count the minutes till dawn.
Your lover will appear very soon,
You will have no time to yawn.

A long embrace in willing arms,
Hearts beating in rhythmic time.
Both succumb to the Moon's charms,
Now I can finish my rhyme.

by Bernard Shaw

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