I Ment To Find Her When I Came;

Emily Dickinson

I meant to find her when I came;
   Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
   And the discomfit 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 hearkened him.

To wander now is my abode;
   To rest,--to rest would be
A privilege of hurricane
   To memory and me.

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