Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXIV ("Whether my bark")
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XXIV
Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
By what mystic mooring
She is held to-day, —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.
She is held to-day, —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.
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