(105) A LITTLE over Jordan, As Genesis record, An Angel and a Wrestler Did wrestle long and hard. Till, morning touching mountain, And Jacob waxing strong, The Angel begged permission To breakfast and return. “Not so,” quoth wily Jacob, And girt his loins anew, “Until thou bless me, stranger!” The which acceded to: Light swung the silver fleeces Peniel hills among, And the astonished Wrestler Found he had worsted God!
-Emily Dickinson