One glorious night sweet heaven did entreat

My fancy to a jaunt beneath the stars,

A silver moon afloat on beams complete,

By magic essence mesmerized the moors;

I looked up to that dome of diamonds bright

Where constellations twinkled tales of yore

And traced imagined etchings, light to light,

All named menageries my memory bore.

There faces of the gods looked down on me

‘Midst creatures of the past now locked in time,

But in one corner, east, above a tree

I saw your face marked out in points sublime;

Apt asterism of the one I love—

Celestial worth the gods by tribute prove.