Two swimmers wrestled on the spar...
by Emily Dickinson
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 begging raised,
And hands beseeching thrown.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston