XXXI. 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 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.