I meant to find Her when I came—

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.