THE MOON
There is such loneliness in that gold.
The moon of the nights is not the moon
Whom the first Adam saw. The long centuries
Of human vigil have filled her
With ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror.
-Jorge Luis Borges
Translated by Willis Barnstone
Gladsome Lights 
This is lovely.
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I agree this is lovely, yet, it is rather sad. I enjoy moonlight very much – especially when the garden is silvered with moonlight.
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It does convey a melancholy mood.
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How interesting.
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