Three times—we parted—Breath—and I

Three Times — the Billows tossed me up —

Then caught me — like a Ball —

Then made Blue faces in my face —

And pushed away a sail

That crawled Leagues off — I liked to see —

For thinking — while I die —

How pleasant to behold a Thing

Where Human faces — be —

The Waves grew sleepy — Breath — did not —

The Winds — like Children — lulled —

Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis —

And I stood up — and lived —