Nature
It tossed and tossed, --
Nature
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.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “It tossed and tossed, --.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/139/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “It tossed and tossed, --.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/139/.
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