Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| I MEANT to find her when I came; | |
| Death had the same design; | |
| But the success was his, it seems, | |
| And the discomfit mine. | |
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| I meant to tell her how I longed | 5 |
| For just this single time; | |
| But Death had told her so the first, | |
| And she had hearkened him. | |
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| To wander now is my abode; | |
| To rest,to rest would be | 10 |
| A privilege of hurricane | |
| To memory and me. | |
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