I meant to find her when I came

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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.

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.

More poems by Emily Dickinson

I know some lonely houses off the road / A robber 'd like the look of, --

I think just how my shape will rise / When I shall be forgiven,

One need not be a chamber to be haunted, / One need not be a house;

I held a jewel in my fingers / And went to sleep.