The Outlet

XI. THE OUTLET.

My river runs to thee : Blue sea, wilt welcome me ? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously ! I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, — Say, sea, take me !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
Transplanted	In Vain

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