//Moon and Poesy// Oh moon thy silver shining like her soul Thy beauty is my beauty love is like (Poem at caption) Moon brightest the artful poesy, run bards quill Tis mundane land no more bard hand to left By cruel mindings tumult flocks are full Agone a time, tis mundane land blessed by bards Who mak'th the droughty land with garden rose Oh silver beam, hither no quill nor ink wilt cage That heaven sight of gleaming glow and feel
