Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 113. I meant to find her when I came

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.