Answer:
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.