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— John Keats

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

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Three Times -- We Parted -- Breath -- and I --

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Emily Dickinson·1830–1886·Lyric·American lyric poetry
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hree 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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