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I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane
She stopped—a Traveller's privilege—for Rest
And there upon
I gazed—as at a stranger
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Gla**—upon
But never Stranger justified
The Curiosity
Like Mine—for not a Foot—nor Hand
Nor Formula—had she
But like a Head—a Guillotine
Slid carelessly away
Did independent, Amber
Sustain her in the sky
Or like a Stemless Flower
Upheld in rolling Air
By finer Gravitations
Than bind Philosopher
No Hunger—had she—nor an Inn
Her Toilette—to suffice
Nor Avocation—nor Concern
For little Mysteries
As hara** us—like Life—and d**h
And Afterwards—or Nay
But seemed engrossed to Absolute
With shining—and the Sky
The privilege to scrutinize
Was scarce upon my Eyes
When, with a Silver practise
She vaulted out of Gaze
And next—I met her on a Cloud
Myself too far below
To follow her superior Road
Or its advantage—Blue