Luna Poem by David Mitchell

The moon shining nocturnally
Reflects the radiant majesty
The sun provides when day breathes free,
And makes the night more beautiful.

She hides behind a veil of cloud,
But still we see her through that shroud;
For she is distant from the crowd
With which the teeming earth is full.

She wistfully looks down on us;
She neither frowns nor makes a fuss,
But, tranquil and mysterious,
She wanders onward, sorrowful.

She is not pale for weariness,
Nor out of desperate helplessness,
But her complexion's chalkiness
With grave serenity is full.

She will not rest her journeying,
Nor cease her earth-joined sorrowing,
Until the earth's song does not sing
And the hourglass of time is full.