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 Eyes Impose On Me.