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 but moor
To-night in Thee!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (14)

Thy name is sweetness with words so concise.
Emily Dickinson... is one of my favorite. She was God gifted... the sorcery of her words are simply unparalleled.
Such love and tenderness glow in the eyes of this poem. How could her loved one help but be drawn to such a woman?
A fantastic flight of imagery can conceive such an awesome poem
A fantastic poem to read....loved it 10
See More