'Have you much wondered, Moon,
On your rounds,
Self wrapt, beyond Earth's bounds?'
'Yea, I have wondered, often wondered
At the sounds
Reaching me of the human tune
On my rounds'
'What do you think of it Moon,
As you go?'
Is life much, or no?'
'O, I think of it, often think of it
As a show
God ought surely to shut up soon,
As I go'.
Taken from Geoffrey Grigson - The Cherry Tree