Weird Flex: Moonsuit Smokes the Moonlight

To the Moon I Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

II Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ... Percy Bysshe Shelley Ex luna scientia.