Simple Sunday ~ Culebra

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 Dickinson

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 Dickinson