She the moon guiding him, the tide constantly only going so far for her before leaving. The great distance between them may be a great strain but they continue through her guidance leading him softly as if he were a young boy along the sand or life, “She leads Him- docile as a Boy-
Along appointed Sands-”. However he, the tide, only comes so far toward the town be before slinking back into the ocean, or leaving her again, “He comes just so far- toward the Town-
Just so far- goes away-”. Through his inconsistency to stay with her she becomes angered when he leaves and begins wishing for him to come back to her, “Oh, Signor, Thine the Amber Hand-
And mine- the distant