I Went To Thank Her

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Title:     I Went To Thank Her
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: I Went To Thank Her

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