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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Foot— That Travellers—had thrown— Who went to thank Her— But She Slept— ’Twas Short—to cross the Sea— To look upon Her like—alive— But turning back—’twas slow—
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I went to thank Her
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Foot— That Travellers—had thrown— Who went to thank Her— But She Slept— ’Twas Short—to cross the Sea— To look upon Her like—alive— But turning back—’twas slow—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American