I take the lyre so
move it weave all them around so
hear it tinkle and plash
cavort and wrinkle like rilles
on the face of the moon
blue moon of troth o moon
whithersoever thou goest o moon
tell us a great verse lo
with a plectrum
o moon that sagely hides the sun
or faces him fully or reveals
the trace of wisdom or folly moon
the painter saw you there on far hills
on hills on hills on hillls
and he at his table painting
the screen collapsible expanding ode
and palinode here is wisdom
served as a turn and there
another another turn
and always the same