Loading...

The Drop, That Wrestles in the Sea

284
 
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea—
Forgets her own locality—
As I—toward Thee—
 
She knows herself an incense small—
Yet small—she sighs—if All—is All—
How larger—be?
 
The Ocean—smiles—at her Conceit—
But she, forgetting Amphitrite—
Pleads—"Me"?
Other works by Emily Dickinson...



Top