• Selene, silver Selene, my most beautiful love
    Glittering bright with your stolen light.
    Others may try so hard to shove
    But Diana’s aim brings not but shame
    For her attempts to steal thy glory
    Leave her seen as less than a queen
    By the close of our long, endless story.
    Outside at night, I wait in delight
    To see one more glimpse of your face
    Hoping to dream in that endless stream
    Wherein you bathe with such grace.
    I shall soon leave on a journey to weave
    Towards the distant and fair Latmus’ Mount
    There to await that much longed for fate
    In your arms, eternal sheep shall I count.