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 Glass -- 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 harass us -- like Life -- and Death -- 
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 --