718 <br /> <br />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 Surrender—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 past, with Him— <br /> <br />To wander—now—is my Repose— <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-meant-to-find-her-when-i-came/
