And shining so round and low;
You were bright, ah, bright! but your light is failing,
You are nothing now but a bow.
You moon! have you done something wrong in heaven,
That God has hidden your face?
I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven
And shine again in your place.
O velvet bee! you’re a dusty fellow,
You’ve powdered your legs with gold!
O brave marshmary-buds, rich and yellow,