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dickinson-series01_025-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_025-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	43	3	91	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. Poem XXIV.	cache/dickinson-series01_025-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_025-1890.txt