Wild Nights - 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 tonight 
     In thee.

           Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)