I am like a dead diver after all's Done, still held fast in the weeds' snare below, Where in the gloom his limbs begin to glow Swaying at his moorings as the roiled bottom falls. There was a moment when with vainest calls He drank the water, saying, 'Oh let me go -- @3God@1 let me go,' -- for then he could not know As in the sun's warm light on earth and walls. I am like a dead diver in this place. I was alive here too one desperate space, And near prayer in the one whom I invoked. I tore the muscles from my limbs and choked. My sudden struggle may have dragged down some White lily from the air -- and now the fishes come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT DECEMBER by ELIZABETH V. AUVACHE EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |