The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
284
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
Forgets her own locality
As I—toward Thee
She knows herself an incense small
Yet small—she sighs—if All—is All
How larger—be?
The Ocean—smiles—at her Conceit
But she, forgetting Amphitrite
Pleads—"Me"?