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!
From her collected poems. Though fewer than ten of her poems were published in her lifetime and all of them anonymously, Dickinson wrote over seventeen hundred, stitching handwritten pages into packets and keeping them in an ebony box. Published posthumously in 1890, the first volume of her Poems went through sixteen editions in half as many years.
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