Emily Dickinson

I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack

poem 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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