Emily Dickinson — Letter 219 about 1860 - Franklin: spring 1861 Samuel Bowles

I cant explain it, Mr Bowles -         Two swimmers wrestled on the spar         Until the morning sun -         When One turned, smiling, to the land -         Oh 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!