Wild Nights! Wild Nights! was written in 1861, but not published until 1891. Dickinson's verses are heartsick, her safe harbor metaphor, lovely.
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!