I understand the draw of beautifull Luna.
The dark of the sky studded with gleaming jewels.
The shineing of the night plants silver and white.
sweet breezes blowing softly across your face.
And the ever changeing face of mother moon.
sometimes full and bold,But sometimes shy.
Yes I understand !
I will collect them that are sad for the serious set up, who are of thee, to whom the reproach of it was a problem. Observe, then I will reverse all that affect thee: and I will preserve her that halter.....