Should you but fail at—Sea
Emily Dickinson
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die— Or rap—at Paradise—unheard I’d harass God Until he let you in!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die— Or rap—at Paradise—unheard I’d harass God Until he let you in!
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