Answer:
What do you fill with empty hands?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.