Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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. Alpine Glow
2. To Hang Our Head Ostensibly
3. The Bone That Has No Marrow
4. The Brain
5. Lost Joy

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