Poemsby Emily Dickinson

XLVII

 Adrift! A little boat adrift!   And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat   Unto the nearest town? 
 So sailors say, on yesterday,   Just as the dusk was brown, One little boat gave up its strife,   And gurgled down and down. 
 But angels say, on yesterday,   Just as the dawn was red, One little boat o'erspent with gales Retrimmed its masts, redecked its sails   Exultant, onward sped!