Receive, O Moon, thy Sister Sun, and beam in her embrace;
As I, with coyness have thee done, and our passion boldly face;
My light reflect within thy eyes, my warmth in thy sure hands,
Thy kisses soft have me inspir'd to seek what thy Love commands.
Thy lord so gentil and so free, would not this Love deny,
Nor would my lord his pleasaunce stint, all to bless, by and by and by;
May please it thee forgive me this, if I thy heart mistake,
And darken thy bright gaze to me, in the cold of night I wake.
O Sister Moon, I praise thy strength, to nourish all the earth;
And hold me, pray, in thy esteem, for to be of equal worth;
Full many songs have I to make, to sing and play for thee;
I tremble yet to dare hope thou would merry make with me.
Receive, O Moon, thy sister's joy, all thy delight to know;
But if thou canst not, fear not I should e'er burden thee with woe;
For as the Sun, my fire does burn that what does grow may live,
But if it wither, seeds the ground and a new life still does give.
Rosamunde del Shore A.S. XXXVII
