Sonnet 4
How lonesome be the moon, our Lunar Queen
Depressed in gloom, darling of shallow light
Bouts with the sun we doth not intervene
With Heaven's governess of the dire night
Important be it may never to laugh
Gesticulating her late-evening birth
Her ways mores twenty-nine days and half
Celestial swan revolving round the earth
Inside the firmament of countless stars
Exposed askew in constellations art
In vain she plays a game with moving cars
To substitute the pain consuming tart
What must it be to be what she believes
That to her one compareth dying leaves
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