Happy Valentine's Day ~
                 ~ Emily Dickinson

The rose did caper on her cheek,
     Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.

Her fingers fumbled at her work, ~
Her needle would not go ;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose ;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes ;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune, ~
Till those two trouble little clocks
Ticked softly into one.

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 !


     ~Emily Dickinson, COLLECTED POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON.

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