Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Setting Sail

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?

1. I Found the Phrase to Every Thought
2. Playmates
3. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
4. Resurgam
5. Sleep Is Supposed to Be

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