Poem: Full Moon

The silent moon hung in the air, 
a brilliant, glowing eye, 
and staring up, I was aware, 
that I was forced to sigh. 
Its cold beauty assaulted me, 
its pale light drove me mad, 
and staring long, I 'gan to see
the cause which made me sad.

O pretty eye, O silent gaze, 
O clouded sphere above, 
explain your ever changing ways, 
your ever shifting love.