she is everything

She is the moon fresh-risen,
Ensnared by pestilent sky,
Worlds captive Queen,
Acrowned, abeam,
Round and dark and bright

She is the moon fresh-risen.
On sun too soonly set,
Cross ceaseless tides,
Of starless nights,
Where I and grief both slept

She is the moon fresh-risen,
Her astro-nut alip,
To pair Corona,
With old Verona,
Fair Luna and her 'tic