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.