Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I went to thank Her


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I went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
Her Bed—a funneled Stone—
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot—
That Travellers—had thrown—

Who went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
'Twas Short—to cross the Sea—
To look upon Her like—alive—
But turning back—'twas slow—

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Chris Abel (11/29/2012 1:39:00 PM)

    Nosegay- a small bunch of flowers; bouquet; posy. Does this bring this a new meaning? (Report) Reply

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