It is very small now, but it is always steady; it never flickers or wanes.
It wanes fairly quickly—and perhaps can never be fully revived.
It is only real success that wanes, it is only solid things that melt.
Every month as it wanes brings you nearer to something dreadful.
Away it flew, but every year it comes as winter wanes, the Bluebird of the spring.
As the moon ...