I Went To Thank Her
by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
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 --
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
I Have No Life But This
I Held A Jewel
I Many Times Thought
You Left Me
'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
Awake Ye Muses Nine
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