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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 with thee! ~ Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) source from: 123lovepoems
A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld. The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies. Source:poetry-online.org
The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers when a Boy And Tinder guessed by power Of Opposite to balance Odd If White a Red must be! Paralysis our Primer dumb Unto Vitality! Zeroes taught us Phosphorous Emily Dickinson