Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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.

1. Saturday Afternoon
2. On the Tleakness of My Lot
3. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch
4. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

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