Date:  11-22-88  23:20
From:  Sourdough Jackson
To:    All
Subj:  Beneath the Full Moon

BENEATH THE FULL MOON

Come, I will sing it in your ear:
Your dancing days are come.
All the feeling you hold dear
Will lift your spirit some;
Dance until the rosey dawn
All in a gay, glad rag.
     I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
     The Moon in a silver bag.

And I will sing you merrily
Into my ring of dooms,
And I will twine into your hair
A wreath of maiden blooms.
You'll turn, when dancing days wane low
To Crone, but not to Hag.
     I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
     The Moon in a silver bag.

As Maiden grows to Mother,
And Mother into Crone,
Dance, My darling daughter,
Beneath My rounded Moon.
Dance in argent splendor
Until your spirits flag.
     I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
     The Moon in a silver bag.

   --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson



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 * Origin: The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do
anything."(1:104/45.5)