Classic Poem

While my little prattling treasure
Looks upon the spangled skies,
I with more than equal pleasure
View his sparkling starry eyes:
Those young eyes so blue and bright
Bless me with their joyous light.

Hark my darling shouts aloud,
Luna's playing hide and seek:
Now she goes behind the cloud,
Now she shows her radiance meek,
Thus his face so round and beaming,
Gladdens me with changeful gleaming.

P'rhaps some day with lengthened face
Musing on his earthly Hebe
Now no more a [?proto-space]
He may gaze on thee, bright Phaebe!
Vowing that his brilliant maid
Throws thy splendours into shade.

Thus like many another youth
All intent on love and marriage
He will go beyond the truth
And his earlier love disparage:
May his loved one wear a mien
If not brilliant still serene!

Some day p'rhaps a hoary sage,
Wearing out each youthful hope,
Seeking light to cheer his age,
Peering through his telescope,
He on Luna's face may gaze,
Soothing thus his latter days.