HATERS GONNA HATE!

It was, in the dark night,
On the yellowed steeple,
The moon, the moon
Like a dot on an i.

Moon, what dark spirit
Walks at the end of a leash
Through the gloom,
Your face and your profile?

Are you the one-eyed heavens' single eye?
Which bigoted cherub
Peers at us
Beneath your pale mask?

Are you merely a ball?
A big fat daddy-long-legs
That rolls, that rolls
Without legs and arms?

Give us back the huntress,
Diana with the virginal breast,
Who chases relentlessly
Some morning stag!

Phoebe who, after dark
On a shepherd's lips
Alights,
Like a delicate bird.

Moon, in our memory,
Of your fair  loves
The story
Will always make you more beautiful..

And ever restored to youth,
You shall by the passer-by
be blessed,
Full moon or crescent.

The sailor will love you
In his great ship,
Floating
Beneath the clear sky!

And,  come wind or snow,
Myself, each evening,
What do I do,
Coming here to sit?

I come to see at dusk,
On the yellowed steeple,
The moon, the moon
Like a dot on an i.

MUSSET