Though nurtured like the sailing moon br In beauty's murderous brood, br She walked awhile and blushed awhile br And on my pathway stood br Until I thought her body bore br A heart of flesh and blood. br br But since I laid a hand thereon br And found a heart of stone br I have attempted many things br And not a thing is done, br For every hand is lunatic br That travels on the moon. br br She smiled and that transfigured me br And left me but a lout, br Maundering here, and maundering there, br Emptier of thought br Than the heavenly circuit of its stars br When the moon sails out.