Moon

Hardly noticed the moon’s silk light
Not seen by eyes nor senses
Until, full swollen, ringed and bright
Our race she recompenses
 

I see her face, an idle thing
Not changed by all the years
Ignorant of the wolves who sing
Untouched by poet’s tears
 

Tugging the sea that makes the man
A million years of power
Long before the beasts who ran
Our existence one bare hour
 

When all of life has left this coil
When our cities have turned to dust
If she still shines upon this soil
Will her beauty seem unjust?