In Sidereal.

The sea raged in wild discontent,
For the lonely night, 
In her jelous spirit,
once again
had begoten the stars to replace such the moon.
The moon, 
fare lune
Whose love was the sea.
Would not fully return for days.
In such times, 
It would be naught to sail,
From any harbor on such 
A coastal ni rocky shore,
Till the stars allow her to return.