Thy Moon, Thy Moon, Thy Sullen Swoon. Poem by Michael Gale

Thy moon, thy moon thy sullen swoon...
Thy swooning sphere, right over here.

Thy baseless baron, snarin' tear...
Thy wasted sharin', starin' fear.

Behold off't all thy quakened-near...
Behold as always thy hastened dear.

Regrets do never re shake and halt...
Remain behind, in thoughtless vault.

Suggested waste upon thy heart...
Regained as seated as tasted start.

Remain avast thy stated fear...
Remembering all, thy hatred, near.

Be-quested flank of heartened sight...
Remain so lonely as disheartened might.

Abruptly avenged, avenged tonight...
A heart so near, as dear, delight.