"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."