The beautiful and slender young New Moon, 
 In trailing robes of pink and palest blue, 
Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: 'A boon, 
 A precious boon, I ask, dear friend, of you.'

'O queen of light and beauty, you have known
 The pangs of love - its passions and alarms; 
Then grant me this one favour, let my own -
 My lost Old Moon be once more in my arms.'

Swift thro' the vapours and the golden mist -
 The Full Moon's shadowy shape shone on the night, 
The New Moon reached out clasping arms and kissed
 Her phantom lover in the whole world's sight.