The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea
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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea-
Forgets her own locality-
As I-toward Thee-
She knows herself an incense small-
Yet small-she sighs-if All-is All-
How larger-be?
The Ocean-smiles-at her Conceit-
But she, forgetting Amphitrite-
Pleads-”Me”?
Emily Dickinson
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