363 <br /> <br />I went to thank Her— <br />But She Slept— <br />Her Bed—a funneled Stone— <br />With Nosegays at the Head and Foot— <br />That Travellers—had thrown— <br /> <br />Who went to thank Her— <br />But She Slept— <br />'Twas Short—to cross the Sea— <br />To look upon Her like—alive— <br />But turning back—'twas slow—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-went-to-thank-her/
