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 moor – Tonight –
In thee!
–Emily Dickinson
It was in a Poem in Pocket flier. Pretty cool, huh. I had know idea Dickinson had so much hubba-hubba.