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Robert Graves - Star-Talk
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`Are you awake, Gemelli, 
This frosty night?` 
`We`ll be awake till reveillé, 
Which is Sunrise,` say the Gemelli, 
`It`s no good trying to go to sleep: 
If there`s wine to be got we`ll drink it deep, 
But rest is hopeless to-night, 
But rest is hopeless to-night.` 

`Are you cold too, poor Pleiads, 
This frosty night?` 
`Yes, and so are the Hyads: 
See us cuddle and hug,` say the Pleiads, 
`All six in a ring: it keeps us warm: 
We huddle together like birds in a storm: 
It`s bitter weather to-night, 
It`s bitter weather to-night.` 

`What do you hunt, Orion, 
This starry night?` 
`The Ram, the Bull and the Lion, 
And the Great Bear,` says Orion, 
`With my starry quiver and beautiful belt 
I am trying to find a good thick pelt 
To warm my shoulders to-night, 
To warm my shoulders to-night. 

`Did you hear that, Great She-bear, 
This frosty night? 
`Yes, he`s talking of stripping me bare 
Of my own big fur,` says the She-bear, 
`I`m afraid of the man and his terrible arrow: 
The thought of it chills my bones to the marrow, 
And the frost so cruel to-night! 
And the frost so cruel to-night!` 

`How is your trade, Aquarius, 
This frosty night?` 
`Complaints is many and various 
And my feet are cold,` says Aquarius, 
`There`s Venus objects to Dolphin-scales, 
And Mars to Crab-spawn found in my pails, 
And the pump has frozen to-night, 
And the pump has frozen to-night.`
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