Wild Nights
[From Emily Dickinson}
Wild nights, those fire nights
when I was free to be with thee
those fire nights, those wild nights
indeed to us were luxury
Futile were the winds
to a lark that darts
done with the compass
and done with the chart
this is what you’ve
done to my heart
We’re rowing in Eden
not far from the sea
might that I moor
tonight in thee
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