A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --

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A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --
Written by:Emily Dickinson (other works)
Poem #:566
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Language:English
Type:Poetry
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Preceded by:One Anguish -- in a Crowd -- -565-
Succeeded by:He gave away his Life -- -567-

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A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --
I hunted all the Sand --
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand --

His Mighty Balls -- in death were thick --
But searching -- I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water -- and of me --

'Twas not my blame -- who sped too slow --
'Twas not his blame -- who died
While I was reaching him --
But 'twas -- the fact that He was dead --







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