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.