Shipwreck (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson

By Emily Dickinson

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 stepped;
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.

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