Under a passing cloud the moon was hid.
I really was delighted to be rid
Of _Super_ light, for I was with my Nell,
And I could see by her bright eyes as well.
We didn't need the aid of spheres above,
For that's _our_ proper sphere--a making love.
Midst whispering pines we pledged our love aloud,
And thus our plight began _beneath a cloud_.