I with borrow'd silver shine <br />What you see is none of mine. <br />First I show you but a quarter, <br />Like the bow that guards the Tartar: <br />Then the half, and then the whole, <br />Ever dancing round the pole. <br /> <br /> <br />What will raise your admiration, <br />I am not one of God's creation, <br />But sprung, (and I this truth maintain,) <br />Like Pallas, from my father's brain. <br />And after all, I chiefly owe <br />My beauty to the shades below. <br />Most wondrous forms you see me wear, <br />A man, a woman, lion, bear, <br />A fish, a fowl, a cloud, a field, <br />All figures Heaven or earth can yield; <br />Like Daphne sometimes in a tree; <br />Yet am not one of all you see.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-moon-3/
