I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack

909

I make His Crescent fill or lack—

His Nature is at Full

Or Quarter—as I signify—

His Tides—do I control—

He holds superior in the Sky

Or gropes, at my Command

Behind inferior Clouds—or round

A Mist’s slow Colonnade—

But since We hold a Mutual Disc—

And front a Mutual Day—

Which is the Despot, neither knows—

Nor Whose—the Tyranny—

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