Wild nights! -- wild nights!
Wild nights -- Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild night should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
to a heart in port --
Done with a compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden --
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor, tonight,
In thee!
Emily Dickinson - 1861
In the Heart
In the Wings
In the Hand
In the Neck
In the Laugh
In the Tongue
Garden of Eden