The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea

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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"?

© Emily Dickinson