Amidst the buttercups and daisies

In the midnight field, she gazes

Skyward at the moon’s full face,

Her eyes upturned, a pose of grace. 

 

The Goddess of the moonlit night

Beams down upon the peaceful sight.

Pale rays caress the awestruck hare,

With orbs wide open, unaware

 

Of spider weaving web, and snail

Spinning out a glistening trail;

Of flower unfurling from the bud,

And feather floating to the mud.

 

A misty halo cups the moon,

And to its disc she softly croons.

‘By blessed power of your light,

Let magic touch the Earth this night.’