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23. Jan 2006

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!

    Emily Dickinson (1830–86)