Emily Dickinson

I Meant To Find Her When I Came

poem 718

I meant to find Her when I came Death had the same design But the Success was His it seems And the Surrender Mine I meant to tell Her how I longed For just this single time But Death had told Her so the first And she had past, with Him To wander now is my Repose To rest To rest would be A privilege of Hurricane To Memory and Me.

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