Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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.

1. A Service of Song
2. Psalm of the Day
3. Renunciation
4. Love’s Baptism
5. Resurrection

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