Circling the Sun, at a respectful distance,
Earth remains warmed, not roasted, but the Moon
Circling the Earth, at a disdainful distance,
Will drive men lunatic (should they defy her)
With seeds of wintry love, not sown for spite.
Mankind, so far, continues undecided
On the Sun’s gender – grammars disagree –
As on the Moon’s. Should Moon be god, or goddess:
Drawing the tide, shepherding flocks of stars
That never show themselves by broad daylight?
Thus curious problems of propriety
Challenge all ardent lovers of each sex:
Which circles which at a respectful distance,
Or which, instead, at a disdainful distance?
And who controls the regal powers of night?
– Robert Graves