Looking at the moon

To look plainly on the moon, is just to superimpose thee,

And what is

Some say she’s a satellite, or a spaceship, I can

Never confirm it

All that will be

Said, I know moons a light, light’s a breath, given

By spirit

I’ve never needed her so much, as I do this dawn:

Where is she but in my soul? To look at the moon:

Love calls me on