Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
O 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.

1. Going
2. Who Robbed the Woods
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. If I Should Die
5. Vanished

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