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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

XCII

DROWNING is not so pitiful

As the attempt to rise.

Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man

Comes up to face the skies,

And then declines forever

To that abhorred abode

Where hope and he part company,—

For he is grasped of God.

The Maker’s cordial visage,

However good to see,

Is shunned, we must admit it,

Like an adversity.