His mooning, maiden mortal.
Pale moon,
Sail, moon,
To the uttermost utter;
Soon shine,
Moon, shine,
Where the star-lamps flutter.
Lord Malapert. [Rising.]
Now, fairy spell,
Work true and well,
His mooning, maiden mortal.
Pale moon,
Sail, moon,
To the uttermost utter;
Soon shine,
Moon, shine,
Where the star-lamps flutter.
Lord Malapert. [Rising.]
Now, fairy spell,
Work true and well,