Emily Dickinson

Three Times we Parted breath and I

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Three times we parted Breath and I Three times He would not go But strove to stir the lifeless Fan The Waters strove to stay. Three Times the Billows tossed me up Then caught me like a Ball Then made Blue faces in my face And pushed away a sail That crawled Leagues off I liked to see For thinking while I die How pleasant to behold a Thing Where Human faces be The Waves grew sleepy Breath did not The Winds like Children lulled Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis And I stood up and lived

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