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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 82 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Setting Sail

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Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep eternity!

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

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