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Famous Poems by
Famous Poets :
Part Four: Time and Eternity, CXIII
>> 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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