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 it's advantage - Blue.
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