Ennui

I saw the loath moon rise, The sun go sweatily down; There was famine of sleep in his eyes; She was a floating frown.

They nodded heavily Over an ancient roof, With a pout o' the shoulders, she, He with a grind o' the hoof.

And the moon said to the sun: "Another day to irk us!" The sun to the touzled moon, "Imagine it a circus."