In the idleness of day in summer
the moon sleeps in the blue sky,
and the eye in the blinding glare
dares not follow the renegade.
But in the shade it watches keen
through the foliage and flowers,
the one eye lovers sought for long
for heaven to come to earth.
It's long forgotten, so with dreams,
though seasons may come and go;
how many summers and moons
were lost in the deep blue sky?
Sweet is loafing and life in leisure,
when time has much to spare,
in Helios' command in hot summer.
and by night the precious moon.~