Chapter 32 No.32

Oh, changeful moon, inconstant moon!

With horns now full, now void, thou wanderest.

Mounting, thy sphere now white now dark appears.

The mountains and the valleys of the north thou brightenest,

And turning by thy dust-encumbered steps,

Thou lightest in the south the Lybian heights.

My moon for my continual pain.

Is constant eve