'WHAT have you looked at, Moon, In your time, Now long past your prime?' 'O, I have looked at, often looked at Sweet, sublime, Sore things, shudderful, night and noon In my time.' 'What have you mused on, Moon, In your day, So aloof, so far away?' 'O, I have mused on, often mused on Growth, decay, Nations alive, dead, mad, aswoon, In my day!' 'Have you much wondered, Moon, On your rounds, Self-wrapt, beyond Earth's bounds?' 'Yea, I have wondered, often wondered At the sounds Reaching me of the human tune On my rounds.' 'What do you think of it, Moon, As you go? Is Life much, or no?' 'O, I think of it, often think of it As a show God ought surely to shut up soon, As I go.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING LINES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |