Shipwreck

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Title:     Shipwreck
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Shipwreck

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