Oh, how the gentle Moon, watched in secret by a jealous Star –
A Star that soon, labouring under forces far stronger than its weary beauty, will be torn apart, leaving a dusty trace like pieces of a broken heart flung out across the galaxy, or lost inside a vengeful vortex, vanished beyond all probability.
– But the Moon, observing but untroubled, holds the Night together in its sweetest season, and mocks the mighty darkness.
