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.

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Poems
Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
 
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