Ode To Moon II
Oh Moon! Moon!
Glorious Moon,
That hang there in the sky;
Bathe me in your marble light
And raise my virtue up
on high!
Take with thee
my sufferings, my sin
Yes! All my crimes!
And leave me just,
with happiness-
The way your beauty shines.
Oh, Moon!
If you should bear a voice-
Tell me what you know!
And as the man on laudanum-
Make my fancies grow!
Moon, oh! Courageous Moon-
For every night, you conquer day,
Still illuminating darkness
More graciously than Sun’s rays.
Inconsequentially indiscriminate Moon-
if you could fill me
with your essence
then I shall truly write Apollo’s poetry
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