Still own thee — still thou art
What surgeons call alive —
Though slipping — slipping I perceive
To thy reportless Grave —

Which question shall I clutch —
What answer wrest from thee
Before thou dost exude away
In the recallless sea?

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Still own thee — still thou art

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