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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 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.