Every fairness sometimes decline,
A moon from distance looks beautiful; eyed by all
Walk near to it,
And you’ll see hollow spots, it’s ugly…nay it’s just not what you saw
Yet the moon is,
‘spite its dark spots,
Gives light in the dark…
Thus is loved by all,…the beauty outcasts the dark
Early morn,
Now ere to see it,
Never will you see,
‘till the sun fades…then it’s you
The moon then I think,
Cast its spell in the flowing river,
It looked beautiful,…ravishingly beautiful,
Ye its bank stayed there…dark…least noticed…
The moon yet is adored,
Vague it maybe, yet loved by most,
Save those unnoticed,…
Yet consoled by themselves…
Yet the dark is redeemed by light,
The beauty be-throned by the beholder’s eye,
Life’s a shadow and the sun,
Ever fairness thence decline.
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