Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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.

1. Playmates
2. The Martyrs
3. So Bashful When I Spied Her
4. The First Lesson
5. Resurgam

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