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Lyric Poem · Friendship

The waters chased him as he fled

by Emily Dickinson

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.

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