The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind —
A billow whispered in his Ear,
“Come home with me, my friend —
My parlor is of shriven glass,
My pantry has a fish
For every palate in the Year” —
To this revolting bliss
The object floating at his side
Made no distinct reply.
The waters chased him as he fled,
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The waters chased him as he fled,
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