And the moon was shining brightly
Shining with all its might
Which as it was near midnight's hour
Was only just, and right.

The sun was pouting elsewhere,
As usual, with the sun,
Blaming the moon for coming out
And damping down his fun.

But Sarah cared nought for the sky,
Such cares she did defer;
But danced so joyously that I
Had only eyes for her.

Carruthers Broadbent III
"Love Songs from the Very Rich"
Buckstop and Snickersnee, Hartford, 1947