THE MOON
What have you not seen,
Old White-face, looking down
Since the heavens were hollowed out
And winds were blown?
You saw white Helen
On the walls of Troy Town,
You silvered dew on the ruin
When Troy shook down.
Ulysses you saw
And the strange seas that bore him;
But all he wandered to see
You had seen before him.
Bodies black and yellow,
Gold tresses and brown,
The brown earth covers them ...
And you look down.