Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar

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.

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