I went to thank Her —

I went to thank Her —
But She Slept —
Her Bed — a funneled Stone —
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot —
That Travellers — had thrown —

Who went to thank Her —
But She Slept —
‘Twas Short — to cross the Sea —
To look upon Her like — alive —
But turning back — 'twas slow —

Emily Dickinson

Emily was thrilled to lock down at the bottom of quiet Etna’s crater. But immediately Etna awaked. It was too late to escape the eruption.

I went to thank Her —
But She Slept —
Her Bed, a casket-like Stone, was served
At the Head and Foot with Bouquet
That Travellers had thrown —

They went to thank Her —
But She Slept —
'Twas quick to cross the Sea —
I glanced at Her like alive —
But 'twas too late to go back —