598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and I Three times—He would not go But strove to stir the lifeless Fan The Waters—strove to stay Three Times—the Billows tossed me up Then caught me—like a Ball Then made Blue faces in my face And pushed away a sail That crawled Leagues off—I liked to see For thinking—while I die How pleasant to behold a Thing Where Human faces—be The Waves grew sleepy—Breath—did not The Winds—like Children—lulled Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis And I stood up—and lived