poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by Emily Dickinson: Emily Dickinson Poems at Poetry X.

723

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—

Added: 30 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 12:49 PM | Viewed: 4934 times

PoetryNotes™ Analysis

A custom PoetryNotes™ eBook may be ordered for this poem. Get help with your homework - delivered in 5-6 days.

For more information...