My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea,
Take me! My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea,
Take me!
The Outlet Emily Dickinson
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FanfictionSet in 1957 San Francisco is a story of two teenage boys finding themselves in a strong desire and temptation neither of them could deny. In a time where boys only liked girls, Louis Tomlinson--known with his friends as the town's greasers--struggle...
