Softly, softly wonders nigh,
A merry maid cross nights sky,
Skipping pleasant along her way,
But never once seen light of day,
Many man has she inspired,
To with Maniea most high they do conspire,
And in alliances formed in her presence,
Doth come forth merry chaos,
From her charmed throne those she spy,
The most secret deeds of all and I,
And laugh she thus full of mirth,
At what she dare see from her high perch,
And giggle she must at poor silly fool,
Reposed from good sense but never of gloom.
Make haste and good measure of joyful performance,
And postulate axiom with each slurred utterance.
Sister mine and brother dear please,
Live both well and with ease,
Waking well and most grateful,
Greet her brother and master rested and joyful.