The Moon is a brilliant fusion of poetic craftsmanship and skilled imagery. The moon has been compared to two different personae in the two stanzas: a lean and senile body in the first stanza and a lonely and weary lady in quest of a companion. Here is the perception of the same moon by the different personae. The natural object moon is viewed from the bi-colour shades: one diseased and another dejected lover.
In the first stanza, we find the moon as a personified lady of weak health, lean and pale who comes out of her chamber in feverish trembles. She emerges from a thin veil of clouds in a ‘gauzy veil’. Her insanity only brings her out in the black eastern sky with no romantic appeals but an insipid, shapeless mass of unattractiveness. The slow and blurred visibility of the moon strikes no popular mythical images but of sorrowful suffering: