Thomas Hardy — To The Moon

    "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."