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
– Bereaved of all I went abroad by Emily Dickinson