I meant to find her when I came

XXXI.

IMEANT to find her when I came;

      Death had the same design;

But the success was his, it seems,

      And the discomfit 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 hearkened him.

To wander now is my abode;

      To rest,—to rest would be

A privilege of hurricane

      To memory and me.