to lose / wild nights

To lose – if One can find again –

To miss – if One shall meet –
The Burglar cannot rob – then –
The Broker cannot cheat.
So build the hillocks gaily –
Thou little spade of mine
Leaving nooks for Daisy
And for Columbine –
You and I the secret
Of the Crocus know –
Let us chant it softly –
« There is no more snow » !  
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Wild nights – Wild nights !

Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury !
Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart !
Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea !
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee ! 
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