Classic Poem

Thou Moon, that aidest us with thy magic might,
And ye small stars, the scattered seeds of light,
Dart your pale beams into this gloomy place,
That the sad powers of the infernal race
May read above what's hid from human eyes,
And in your walks see empires fall and rise.

And ye immortal souls, who once were men,
And now resolved to elements again,
Who wait for mortal frames in depths below,
And did before what we are doomed to now;
Once, twice, and thrice I wave my sacred wand,
Ascend--ascend--ascend, at my command.