Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Outlet

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?

My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!

I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, --

Say, sea,
Take me!

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3. The Goal
4. Sight
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Eleanor Farjeon The Outlet ("Grief struck me. I so shook in heart and wit")

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