Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/Three times we parted,
THREE times we parted,Breath and I—Three times He would not goBut stood to stir theFlickering fanThe waters strove to stay.
Three times the billows tossedMe up,Then caught me like a ball,Then made blue faces in myFace—And pushed away a sail
That crawled leagues off,I liked to seeFor thinking, while I die,How pleasant toBehold a thingWhere human faces be.
The waves grew sleepy;Breath did not;The winds like children lulled;The sunrise kissed myChrysalis—And I stood up and lived.