Where 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—
Hi, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!
--Emily Dickinson
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