I meant to find her when I came; <br /> Death had the same design; <br />But the success was his, it seems, <br /> And the discomfit mine. <br /> <br />I meant to tell her how I longed <br /> For just this single time; <br />But Death had told her so the first, <br /> And she had hearkened him. <br /> <br />To wander now is my abode; <br /> To rest,--to rest would be <br />A privilege of hurricane <br /> To memory and me.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ment-to-find-her-when-i-came/
