I Went To Thank Her

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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

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