The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
How sick - to wait - in any place - but thine -I knew last night - when some one tried to twine - Thinking - perhaps - that I looked tired - or alone - Or breaking - almost - with unspoken pain - And I turned - ducal -That right - was thine - One port - suffices - for a Brig like mine - Our's be the tossing - wild though the sea - Rather than a mooring - unshared by thee. Our's be the Cargo - unladen - here -Rather than the "spicy isles -"And thou - not there -