598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and I— Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless Fan The Waters—strove to stay. Three Times—the Billows tossed me up— Then caught me—like a Ball— Then made Blue faces in my face— And pushed away a sail That crawled Leagues off—I liked to see— For thinking—while I die— How pleasant to behold a Thing Where Human faces—be— The Waves grew sleepy—Breath—did not— The Winds—like Children—lulled— Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis— And I stood up—and lived—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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