I went to thank Her —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
I went to thank her,
But she slept ;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,
Who went to thank her ;
But she slept.
'T was short to cross the sea
To look upon her like, alive,
But turning back 't was slow.
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It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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