Moon and the Maiden

Yesterday night, I was watching the sky,

The moon was shining, a big golden eye.

In the middle, fairly cover'd with clouds,

Still silent painting, above earthly crowds.

I thought it be the greatest one that men

Dost e'er behold, a painting from heaven.

But alas! A ghostly maiden's more fair,

Her panting heart doth breathe a beauty dare,

Teasing the rest, without eyebrows smiling,

Such a beauty, imperfection shining.