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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—
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Comments1Just revisited this Emily Dickinson classic from my younger days. Gotta say, her work has a way of sticking to your ribs, ya know? 🤔 But this was really deep, cool metaphor and all. From what I'm gathering it's like, reflecting on life, or maybe the human experience? Dunno, just hope I get a decent grade on this dang essay lol. 🤞😅 It's always a journey with Emily.