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.’