Still Own Thee-still Thou Art

Emily Dickinson

1633

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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