Emily Dickinson,
I watched the Moon around the House…
“ 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 ”
