Answer:
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.