Where over azure seas
The moonbeams play;
And all our lives shall be one twilight story,
While o’er our palace streams the Moon’s pale glory.
Cicely.
What! Can I leave this earth, so dull and prosy.
For palace halls and life all fair and rosy?
Lord M.
Aye, that you can, and find your humblest vassal
In me—Lord Malapert of Moonshine Castle.