Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Ventures

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
  For the one ship that struts the shore
Many's the gallant, overwhelmed creature
  Nodding in navies nevermore.

1. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
2. Desire
3. Lay This Laurel on the One
4. Contrast
5. Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss

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