Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
⁠The Moon's Celestial Highness;
There's not a trace
Upon her face
⁠Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light
That, through the night.
⁠Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well.
⁠So I, for one, don't blame her!

⁠Ah, pray make no mistake.
⁠We are not shy;
⁠We're very wide awake,
⁠The Moon and I!