598 <br /> <br />Three times—we parted—Breath—and I— <br />Three times—He would not go— <br />But strove to stir the lifeless Fan <br />The Waters—strove to stay. <br /> <br />Three Times—the Billows tossed me up— <br />Then caught me—like a Ball— <br />Then made Blue faces in my face— <br />And pushed away a sail <br /> <br />That crawled Leagues off—I liked to see— <br />For thinking—while I die— <br />How pleasant to behold a Thing <br />Where Human faces—be— <br /> <br />The Waves grew sleepy—Breath—did not— <br />The Winds—like Children—lulled— <br />Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis— <br />And I stood up—and lived—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-times-we-parted-breath-and-i/
