The poem
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heav'nly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries! Sure, if that long-with love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case, I read it in thy looks; thy languish'd grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, ev'n of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
This poem is really sad. It talks about a mn who loved who loved a woman but she didnt love him back so he bacame misrable. When he was looking at the moon he saw it pale so he figured that the moon is misrable as himself. So he kept telling his problem to the moon. Thats what i did understand but it is not complete