Uploaded on September 23, 2011
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
O God, the other one!
The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still being raised,
And hands beseeching thrown.
—Emily Dickinson
Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
09.23.2023: Henry helped me with this one.