(thing) by SophiesCat Thu May 10 2001 at 17:15:51
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.

-Emily Dickenson

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