A Poem by Emily Dickinson
Note: In this poem the word “bark” is a type of sailing vessel, similar to a brigantine.
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.
Poetry by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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