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.