On This Wondrous Sea, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

On This Wondrous Sea

On this wondrous sea

Sailing silently,

Ho! Pilot, ho!

Knowest thou the shore

Where no breakers roar—

Where the storm is o’er?

In the peaceful west

Many the sails at rest—

The anchors fast—

Thither I pilot thee—

Land Ho! Eternity!

Ashore at last!

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