Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; <br />Mortality below her orb is placed. <br />--Raleigh <br /> <br /> <br />The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray <br />Mounts up the eastern sky, <br />Not doomed to these short nights for aye, <br />But shining steadily. <br /> <br />She does not wane, but my fortune, <br />Which her rays do not bless, <br />My wayward path declineth soon, <br />But she shines not the less. <br /> <br />And if she faintly glimmers here, <br />And paled is her light, <br />Yet alway in her proper sphere <br />She's mistress of the night.<br /><br />Henry David Thoreau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon/
