Oh, the Moon. Ready and poised to wax or wane, Lady Moon. You roll on to perfect gain. Half Moon. Is your incompleteness healing pain? Lady Moon, are you tired? You look so pale. Art thou quiet for weariness? Oh, you gentle wander Until you slowly fade. Dear Moon, quietly brilliant. Does the world know While she sleeps at night That high in the dark sky Watches a silver glow Until she wakes to daylight?