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Three timeswe partedBreathand I
Three timesHe would not go
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Watersstrove to stay.
Three Timesthe Billows tossed me up
Then caught melike a Ball
Then made Blue faces in my face
And pushed away a sail
That crawled Leagues offI liked to see
For thinkingwhile I die
How pleasant to behold a Thing
Where Human facesbe
The Waves grew sleepyBreathdid not
The Windslike Childrenlulled
Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis
And I stood upand lived