(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!

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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!

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003


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