The Gypsy Moon
The Gypsy Moon, who begs her Light,
Knows all about the Haunts of Night,
Beggared by her paupery,
She steals the Sun's gold solvency
Pawns it for a silvered mien
And thus pretends a Regent's reign.
But Sirius, who claims this right,
Who knows the Moon belongs to Night,
Will not be stilled ... he whispers "Thief!" -
She turns, in shame, to hide her grief.