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 eye impose on me | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR PASCAL'S CHARACTER OF HIMSELF by JOHN BYROM |