Threefold time enlighten me —
Was, and is, and soon —
Can a man sing tenderly
To a tainted moon?
Endymion, enclosed in fear,
Hunkered, without light,
Will call in vain for Cynthia,
Computered to the trite.
Lovers will in their refrains
Reassess its worth,
Now Selene’s wide domain’s
Optioned to the earth;
Poets with a vacant eye,
Vision astigmatic,
Sweep a new, restricted sky
Cornered in the attic.
Song has lost its ancient zest,
Breath melted away.
How to sing this wry conquest
Tomorrow’s words must say.
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