How constant runs the course of heaven’s air,
Through which this finds a love so bright.
For now this southern son has found a pair,
An object where his loves reflected in a satellite.
Not a simple mirror, for every light she’s so fair,
Than brightest of all nights’ orbs. This pale moon,
Completing a coupling of proud compare.
The insight of, even heaven itself pales in awe.
We mere mortals have but yet begun to see
The crescent path that these two bodies have awoken.
A beginning of tales in our modern mythology
That this day they have both jointly undertaken.

How brief a knowing these souls give all wonder due
For such happy memories are inspired by these two.