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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«?

ca. 1861