Starfield:Rhapsody On Windy Night

[The following is a passage from T.S. Eliot's "Rhapsody on a Windy Night, one of the poet's earlier, almost cynical, works."]

The lamp hummed:

"Regard the moon,

La lune ne garde aucune rancune,

She winks a feeble eye,

She smiles into corners.

She smoothes the hair of the grass.

The moon has lost her memory.

A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,

Her hand twists a paper rose,

That smells of dust and old Cologne,

She is alone

With all the old nocturnal smells

That cross and cross across her brain."