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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—stept—
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—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes
- work For Immortality
- 'Twas Warm—at First—like Us
- It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone
- That After Horror—that 'Twas Us