The sun, whose rays
are all ablaze
with ever-living glory,
does not deny
his majesty -
he scorns to tell a story!
He don't exclaim,
"I blush for shame,
so kindly be indulgent";
but fierce and bold,
in fiery gold,
he glories all effulgent.
I mean to rule the earth,
as he the sky -
We really know our worth,
the sun and I!
Observe his flame,
that placid dame,
the moon's celestial highness;
There's not a trace
upon her face
of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light,
that, through the night,
mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
she lights up well;
So I, for one, don't blame her.
Ah, pray make no mistake,
we are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
the moon and I!
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