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!
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