The moon's constant mistress And the lonely owl my marrow The flaming brake and the nightcrow Make me to my sorrow The moon embrace her shepherd And the queen of death her slaves While the first does born The star does morn... With an host of furious fancies Where of I am commander With a burning spear And a horse of air I know more then mortals, For oft when then lie sleeping I see the stars at mortal wars In the star lit cosmic weeping By a spell of darkest might I summoned am to battle Morn and eve, day and night To slain the christian cattle