"Whether my bark went down at sea"

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XXIV.

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 to-day, —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.

 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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