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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 eye impose on me-