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.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston