The Sun, whose rays <br />Are all ablaze <br />With ever-living glory, <br />Will not deny <br />His majesty - <br />He scorns to tell a story: <br />He won't exclaim, <br />"I blush for shame, <br />So kindly be indulgent," <br />But, fierce and bold, <br />In fiery gold, <br />He glories all effulgent! <br /> <br />I mean to rule the earth, <br />As he the sky - <br />We really know our worth, <br />The Sun and I! <br /> <br />Observe his flame, <br />That placid dame, <br />The Moon's Celestial Highness; <br />There's not a trace <br />Upon her face <br />Of diffidence or shyness: <br />She borrows light <br />That, through the night, <br />Mankind may all acclaim her! <br />And, truth to tell, <br />She lights up well, <br />So I, for one, don't blame her! <br /> <br />Ah, pray make no mistake, <br />We are not shy; <br />We're very wide awake, <br />The Moon and I!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proper-bride/
