My youth.
The sun, whose rays are all ablaze
With ever-living glory,
Does not deny his majesty
He scorns to tell a story.
He don't exclaim,
"I blush for shame,
So kindly be indulgent."
But, fierce and bold,
In a fiery gold,
His glories all effulgent.
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky
We really know our worth,
The sun and I.
Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
The moon's celestial highness
There's not a trace Upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness
She borrows light
That, through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her.
Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy
We're very wide awake
The moon and I.