Lyric Poem · Friendship
The waters chased him as he fled
The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind —
A billow whispered in his Ear,
"Come home with me, my friend —
My parlor is of shriven glass,
My pantry has a fish
For every palate in the Year" —
To this revolting bliss
The object floating at his side
Made no distinct reply.
This poem is in the public domain.
“The waters chased him as he fled” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/the-waters-chased-him-as-he-fled
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