WILD NIGHTS! WILD NIGHTS!
Emily Dickinson 1830-86
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!
For most of her life this American poet lived as a recluse. Although a prolific writer fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.
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