Emily Dickinson - Bereaved of all, I went abroad lyrics

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula The Grave preceded me Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself And when I sought my Bed The Grave it was reposed upon The Pillow for my Head I waked to find it first awake I rose — It followed me I tried to drop it in the Crowd To lose it in the Sea In Cups of artificial Drowse To steep its shape away The Grave — was finished — but the Spade Remained in Memory