"Two swimmers wrestled on a spar"

XXVI.

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.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
Dying	The Chariot

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