629 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