An Ode to Diana

I have seen the harvest moon
Full aglow and full abloom.
I've perceived its brilliant stare
All alight and all so fair

And wondered what impunity
It does feel in spite of me;
This man-ish thing down below,
Caught beneath its humble glow.

With indifference it sheds its light
To un-inumbrate my dark night,
And leave me speechless, and so
I write this poem here to show:

Sweet Diana, goddess of the sky,
Who rules when Apollo bats his eye;
You've caught my heart, and my quill;
Come rest your light upon my sill

And I will give you parting prayers
Before I mount Somnus' stairs.
Come pass a spell and lie with me
For in the morn, you'll cease to be.