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I meant to find Her when I came—
Death—had the same design—
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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
.........wonderful poem and beautifully written ★