909 <br /> <br />I make His Crescent fill or lack— <br />His Nature is at Full <br />Or Quarter—as I signify— <br />His Tides—do I control— <br /> <br />He holds superior in the Sky <br />Or gropes, at my Command <br />Behind inferior Clouds—or round <br />A Mist's slow Colonnade— <br /> <br />But since We hold a Mutual Disc— <br />And front a Mutual Day— <br />Which is the Despot, neither knows— <br />Nor Whose—the Tyranny—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-make-his-crescent-fill-or-lack/
