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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Two: Love 25. 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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