By looking at the moon you know your self;
if its face is angry, you are angry;
if wide-mouthed with horror, fearful,
or perhaps it predicts the fearful;
if gaping and with mad eyes, you are lunatic;
if smiling, or with round cheeks,
the world is well and good may come.
It guides you in the day, unseen,
its cloudlike disk of presence in the blue. It
is the god that
moves and ripples in the waters of the
night lake, beneath the trembling surface
and above the deep.