Emily Dickinson

The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea

poem 284

The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea Forgets her own locality As I toward Thee She knows herself an incense small Yet small she sighs if All is All How larger be? The Ocean smiles at her Conceit But she, forgetting Amphitrite Pleads Me?

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