Last night I had a visit from the Moon.
I asked the reason why she waxed and waned.
I parallel the course of human hearts (she said):
When held in my beloved’s gaze, I glow;
When he is cold and distant, I decline
And fade to unrequited emptiness.
Yet I forgive him for deserting me;
He just obeys his orbit, as do I.
His smile upon my visage makes me beam
First shyly, then more broadly by degrees
Till I am wholly luminous again
With my own lustre, not a counterfeit.
Thus I do not reflect inconstancy
But the appointed rule of lovers’ ways.