I Went to Thank Her

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.

First print Time and Eternity XIV, 14
Johnson 363 | Franklin 637

■→IN POLISH

Text compared with the fascicle and prepared for publication by Teresa Pelka, available under any of the following licenses:
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■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 123;
Full stop for train of thought inner boundary, please compare ■→Along the Potomac; thematic arrangement.

■Notes for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
Poems one-by-one print and fascicle comparison,
■Resource for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
■Google Drive, manuscript fascicles.