Classic Poem

Oh, were you born beneath the moon,
The frail, wan witch of light?
Then never will you know the peace
That lulls the lids of night.

The world will deem you queer and mad,
Whose heart sways as the sea,
And you will tread the trail of dreams
And rove incessantly.

Oh, were you born beneath the moon,
Earth-bound, yet skyward bent?
Some day the world will understand,
And you will be content.