by Emily Dickinson
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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < A wounded deer leaps highest
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? > > >
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So sailors say, on yesterday,
Just as the dusk was brown,
One little boat gave up its strife,
And gurgled down and down.
But angels say, on yesterday,
Just as the dawn was red,
One little boat o’erspent with gales
Retrimmed its masts, redecked its sails
Exultant, onward sped!
< < < A wounded deer leaps highest
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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