I Went to Thank Her

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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

Text compared with the fascicle and prepared for publication by Teresa Pelka, available under any of the following licenses: Creative Commons License 4.0, BY-SA 3.0, and License 2.5.

Full stop for inner boundary within the train of thought, please compare Along the Potomac; thematic arrangement.
Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 123;
Google Drive, manuscript fascicles;
Poems one-by-one print and fascicle comparison,
Resource for Emily Dickinson’s poetry.

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The enclosed piece-by-piece analysis works a criterion to embrace the epsilon, predicate structure, vowel contour, phonemics, person reference in abstract thought, and altogether stylistic coherence. The result supports doubt on fascicle originality. There always is the simple question as well: do we believe Emily Dickinson tried to tell about very exceptional Bees, Ears, or Birds, so peculiar that you write them with capital letters?
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