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Three times — we parted – Breath — and I —

Three times – He would not go —

But strove to stir the lifeless Fan

The Waters — strove to stay.

Three Times — the Billows tossed me up —

Then caught me — like a Ball —

Then made Blue faces in my face —

And pushed away a sail

That crawled Leagues off – I liked to see —

For thinking — while I die —

How pleasant to behold a Thing

Where Human faces — be —

The Waves grew sleepy – Breath — did not —

The Winds — like Children — lulled —

Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis —

And I stood up — and lived —

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