Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The First Day That I Was A Life
- The Morning After Woe
- If Blame Be My Side—forfeit Me
- The Dust Behind I Strove To Join
- If Pain For Peace Prepares