I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That had thrown,
Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That had thrown,
Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
Dickinson - One - Complete