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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture—
For the one ship that struts the shore
Many's the gallant—overwhelmed Creature
Nodding in Navies nevermore—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Between My Country—and The Others
- It Is An Honorable Thought,
- As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies
- Best Things Dwell Out Of Sight
- Color—caste—denomination