Poems by Emily Dickinson: XIV ("I went to thank her")

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
The Funeral
XV

XIV

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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