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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life LI. It tossed and tossed (723)

Part One: Life
 
                    LI
 
IT tossed and tossed,—
A little brig I knew,—
O’ertook by blast,
It spun and spun,
And groped delirious, for morn.
 
It slipped and slipped,
As one that drunken stepped;
Its white foot tripped,
Then dropped from sight.
 
Ah, brig, good—night
To crew and you;
The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.

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