The Gypsy Moon

 

The Gypsy Moon, who begs her Light,

Knows all about the Haunts of Night,

Beggared by her paupery,

She steals the Sun's gold solvency

Pawns it for a silvered mien

And thus pretends a Regent's reign.

 

But Sirius, who claims this right,

Who knows the Moon belongs to Night,

Will not be stilled ... he whispers "Thief!" -

She turns, in shame, to hide her grief.