Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed
-Raleigh The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily
She does not...
Queen of the silver bow, by thy pale
Alone and pensive I delight to stray,
And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way
HE stars about the lovely moon Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face Swims into sight, and lights all
This English translation, by Edwin Arnold, of 'The Moon' is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse...
Moonlight plays tricks with us.
It's a long legend
Of darkness and shine,
The moment of illusions.