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.

Emily Dickinson

Death of my Queen Bee

I meant to find Her when I came —
Death — had the same Idea —
But He is the Winner — it seems —
And I am the Loser —

I meant to tell Her how I longed
For just this unique time —
But Death had told Her so the first —
And she had past, with Him —

My Repose —is To wander — now
To rest — To rest would be
To Review would be a privilege
of Hurricane and Me

Hurricane attacked Emily’s Garden. She is worried about her favorite Queen Bee’s fate. She hurried to her Honeycomb but too late. Queen bee is gone with Death.