Midnight moonfight

When I came in the resting room I didn’t expect you ſtandin' at the heaviest moonfight, which entered that room through a wide yellow brick’d window ſhinin' wi' affluence of the ſtars, planets, univerſes, and those tears to fall on your lips. I didn’t mind you ſmokin', ſhoutin', twistin', jumpin', itchin', laughin', ſmilin', ſatiſfyin', waitin', flyin', dyin'; but a cold wretched light conducted you on a ſphæra of the Moon. You were ſtandin’ in the ſkies and talkin' to ſome body who was a tall man wi' useful eyes and useleſs brain. That man murdered you because of his stuff he had never applied early. He wanted me to kill but I clos’d the window and woke up. When I got up from my ſinful bed and reopen’d the window I didn’t even almost ſurpris’d ſeein' blood was fallin' from the Moon down to the Earth. I was ſtandin' ſome time amongst a cold night whilst blood was fadin' and went to the bed again. And there were no one. At all. Officially.