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The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind-
A billow whispered in his Ear,
“Come home with me, my friend-
My parlor is of shriven glass,
My pantry has a fish
For every palate in the Year”-
To this revolting bliss
The object floating at his side
Made no distinct reply.
The Waters Chased Him As He Fled
Emily Dickinson
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