Two swimmers wrestled on the spar —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
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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