WILD NIGHTS
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart import,--
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! The sea!
Might I but moor
Tonight in Thee!
Emily Dickinson
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A POEM BY JOHN KEATS
AS late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;-when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; ’twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excell’d:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me
My sense with their deliciousness was spell’d:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whisper’d of peace, and truth,
and friendliness unquell’d.
Written by John Keats
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