Emily Dickinson Poem

Should you but fail at—Sea

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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!

Sic transit gloria mundi
Shells from the Coast mistaking

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