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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
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
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