when the Moon shows cold and slender,beneath her starved light
wearing only white and silver-
say, to whet her appetite,
i make my Vow to fast until
theis crescent Moon shines round and full;
while she waxes let me wane:
i must lose, that she may gain.
while she grows, take silver wine,
silver water, silver milk
and bread like snow or linen fine,
and fish as clear as ice or silk-
but only these, and less of all
than you would wish, to feed her well.
