Whether My Bark Went down At Sea
by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Whether my bark went down at sea --
Whether she met with gales --
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails --
By what mystic mooring
She is held today --
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the Bay.
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
I Have No Life But This
I Held A Jewel
I Many Times Thought
You Left Me
'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So
I Went To Thank Her
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
Awake Ye Muses Nine
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