Diana, Selena

Diana, Selena, moon of lovely metal,

You reflect to us upon your desert face,

In the eternal boredom of the stars' quietude,

The regret of a sun whose loss we mourn.

O moon, I covet your clarity,

Insult to the vain turmoil of poor souls,

And my heart, ever weary and ever restless,

Aspires toward the peace of your nocturnal flame.