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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
 
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
 
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!

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