Emily Dickinson's Rapture! ( Eat your heart out Carol Ann Duffy!)

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!

Does this poem need any afterword except for WOW!!

Definitely not a poem for the lukewarm!

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