O Selene, th’ Dawn of thee, so begets th’ writ of woe
As day retreats, for repose ‘t seeks, so comes thy ancient glow
Of burnishéd gold, and shimmering tones, and evokes a fecund mood
Thus, to thy beauty a song, celestial one, goddess who weeps for erstwhile love
Anew Selene, call I to thee, she who dwells above
E’en mortals ‘neath, too share thy grief, strangers not to anguished bosom
So too we plead be love not brief, till retires Earthly form
Ere finality proceeds, ‘fore life’s fugacity, do I take to verse solemn
Aye, doleful I sing, mid the reign of e’en
How the nightly hour doth conjure lament
And though th’ heavens are replete with th’ color of ebony
Embosomed am I by august luminescence
O Mother of seas, spawn of th’ Greeks
Predilect of th’ Romantics
Anon Apollo shall greet th’ skies with light abounding
Yet, will I await the return of thy presence