The heart of Emily 2 (Words I could never say)

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; 5
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,— 10
Obedient to the least command
Thine eyes impose on me.
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PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
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LET me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.

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That's nice ocean, i'd forgotten all about Emily Dickinson, thanks for posting.

 

Emily Dickinson was a great poet, and a profoundly unhappy person. The two often seem to go hand-in-hand, don't they?

Take care of yourself, ocean, and please do keep posting here! It's great to see you around every now and then.