night_angel
Age: 124
Total Posts: 127
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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.
