Drowning Is Not So Pitiful By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Drowning is not so pitiful
    As the attempt to rise.
    Three times, ‘t is said, a sinking man
    Comes up to face the skies,
    And then declines forever
    To that abhorred abode
    Where hope and he part company, —
    For he is grasped of God.
    The Maker’s cordial visage,
    However good to see,
    Is shunned, we must admit it,
    Like an adversity.