Answer:
I spend the day at the window, go to the table for meals, and hide at night. What am I?
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet, if there's no light around, I am undone. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.