Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- by Emily Dickinson
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But strove to stir the lifeless Fan The Waters -- strove to stay.
Three Times -- the Billows tossed me up -- Then caught me -- like a Ball -- Then made Blue faces in my face -- And pushed away a sail
That crawled Leagues off -- I liked to see -- For thinking -- while I die -- How pleasant to behold a Thing Where Human faces -- be --
The Waves grew sleepy -- Breath -- did not -- The Winds -- like Children -- lulled -- Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis -- And I stood up -- and lived --
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