429
By Emily Dickinson
1862
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 —
249
By Emily Dickinson
1891
Wild Nights — Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile — the Winds —
To a Heart in port —
Done with the Compass —
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden —
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor — Tonight —
In Thee!
HaHa! =D I'm glad you like these poems. I'm still totally puzzled by poem 429; the change from 3rd to 1st person and the ambiguity of gender (the moon becomes male) in the last stanza; and I notice Amber there haha =D which adds to the fun of it
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