I Meant To Find Her When I Came

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I meant to find Her when I came—
Death—had the same design—
But the Success—was His—it seems—
And the Surrender—Mine—

I meant to tell Her how I longed
For just this single time—
But Death had told Her so the first—
And she had past, with Him—

To wander—now—is my Repose—
To rest—To rest would be
A privilege of Hurricane
To Memory—and Me.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

.........wonderful poem and beautifully written ★
She describes so well the agony one goes through when a person near you dies suddenly when you are away. The agony of what I should have said or done is a hurricane that would tear you apart and there is no respite.
What do the last few lines mean? To rest would be A privilege of Hurricane To Memory—and Me