Emily’s handwritten manuscript - poem 269
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
(Though I fear my nights are becoming about as wild as Emily’s were…)
