This is my second educational meeting with Ms. Emily Dickinson. This poem didn't show up this time much to my dismay, but since it's one of my favorites for a myriad of reasons, it's still going up here. 

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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
To-night in thee!