Two swimmers wrestled on the spar—
Until the morning sun—
When One—turned smiling to the land—
Oh 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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Paul F. Hartnett
about 2 years

Brevity is the soul of wit (Shakes) and Emily really gives us a wonderful example of that.


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