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!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Never Saw A Moor
- A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep
- A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I
- A House Upon The Height
- There Is Another Sky