I Looked Up From My Writing, And Gave A Start To See, As If Rapt In My Inditing, The Moon'S Full Gaze On Me. Her Meditative Misty Head Was Spectral In Its Air, And I Involuntarily Said, "What Are You Doing There?" "Oh, I've Been Scanning Pond And Hole And Waterway Hereabout For The Body Of One With A Sunken Soul Who Has Put His Life-Light Out. "Did You Hear His Frenzied Tattle? It Was Sorrow For His Son Who Is Slain In Brutish Battle, Though He Has Injured None. "And Now I Am Curious To Look Into The Blinkered Mind Of One Who Wants To Write A Book In A World Of Such A Kind." Her Temper Overwrought Me, And I Edged To Shun Her View, For I Felt Assured She Thought Me One Who Should Drown Him Too.