I'll float on the nine clouds

that you perpetually create

before my slumber and upon my waking

to each the other we oscillate.

Jupiter, Jupiter, I surrender to thee,

You are the Goddess of all poetry.

If I were but a Moon, I'd certainly swoon

In the storm of your form

and your sweet gravity.

This is magnificent. You are a marvel.

A muse for lips to meet the heart.

My pen is without greater purpose

than to praise and devour your delicious art.