THE MOON is distant from the sea,  
    And yet with amber hands  
  She leads him, docile as a boy,  
    Along appointed sands.  
  He never misses a degree;         
    Obedient to her eye,  
  He comes just so far toward the town,  
    Just so far goes away.  
  Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand,  
    And mine the distant sea,—         
  Obedient to the least command  
    Thine eyes impose on me. 

--Emily Dickinson, (1830-86)

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