Emily Dickinson — I watched the Moon around the House

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 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