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 – tonight –
In thee!
Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
This poem is in the public domain.
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