Night moon, resplendent mistress of the realm
Between the whirlng Earth and pacing Sun,
How, with your bearing stern, you overwhelm
The darting planets who there furtive run!
Day moon, so pale against prevailing blue,
Though sailing high now humbled to the role
Of faint companion to a master, who,
Though ceding place, alone can make you whole!
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