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.

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
03/11/2020


Best Poems of Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

• Dreams.
• Forbidden Fruit. Ii.
• The First Lesson.
• Remorse.
• In The Garden.
• The Grave My Little Cottage Is,
• Portraits Are To Daily Faces
• Morns Like These We Parted;
• "is Heaven A Physician?"
• My Rose.
• "new Feet Within My Garden Go,"
• The Sleeping Flowers.
• Why?
• The Balloon.
• Trying To Forget.
• The Moon.
• Bless God, He Went As Soldiers,
• Out Of The Morning.
• Dying.