Emily Dickinson - I make His Crescent fill or lack lyrics

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