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Wild Nights — Wild Nights! (1800s)
by Emily Dickinson

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!


It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
— Albus Dumbledore