The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea Poem by Emily Dickinson

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"?

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Emily Dickinson

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