It tossed -- and tossed -- by Emily 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 -- stept -- 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 --
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