Emily Dickinson

Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar

poem 201

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar Until the morning sun When One turned smiling to the land Oh God! the Other One! The stray ships passing Spied a face Upon the waters borne With eyes in death still begging raised And hands beseeching thrown!

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