"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! —Emily Dickinson,�poem “249,” from�The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson�(Little, Brown and Co., 1960)"

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