Should You But Fail At—sea


Should you but fail at—Sea—
In sight of me—
Or doomed lie—
Next Sun—to die—
Or rap—at Paradise—unheard
I'd harass God
Until he let you in!

by Emily Dickinson

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Oh Sun, don't set...until you come back God will be harassed.... is this Emily? caught your thought? are always different Emily...there is always something catchy, interesting and magical in your poems even if I don't get the meaning correctly....great 10++++