Still own thee -- still thou art
Still own thee -- still thou art
What surgeons call alive --
Though slipping -- slipping I perceive
To thy reportless Grave --
Which question shall I clutch --
What answer wrest from thee
Before thou dost exude away
In the recallless sea?
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Emily Dickinson
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