Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


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.

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Revised: March 4, 1996