Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886


I went to thank her...

by Emily Dickinson

I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
'T was short to cross the sea
To look upon her like, alive,
But turning back 't was slow.


Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston