I envy you moon, floating above,
For you can gaze down on she that I love,
Rising over cities, swimming the sky,
You can see her unlike I.
Tell me oh moon, what does she do now?
Where has she gone to rest?
For now she has left me, I know not how,
And she’s taken the heart from my breast.
The moon rising over London on a clear night is very beautiful. Alas, the city obscures the stars.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic