The fullness of Selene's face

In her huge orange harvest glow

In the long deep winter's dark

Brings mournful howling yelp and bark

The wails an anguished plea she hark

Unto their savage serenade

Basking in their wild wooing

In their ancient venal hearts

Strumpet struts traverses night

Flaunting shamelessly her arts

Rousing crazed rapacious hearts

To voice their savage serenade

Her lofty chill indifferent gaze

Disdainful of their mad refrain

Impassive midst the urgent clamor

Of age-old disconsolate pain

And stinging misery again

Begets their savage serenade