[Emily Dickinson]
245
I held a Jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said "'Twill keep."
I woke — and chid my honest fingers, —
The gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.
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249
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!
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870
Finding is the first Act
The second, loss,
Third, Expedition for
The “Golden Fleece”
Fourth, no Discovery —
Fifth, no Crew —
Finally, no Golden Fleece —
Jason — sham — too.
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