She died — this was the way she died.

by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English

She died — this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

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She died — this was the way she died.

More poems by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death —

There is a pain — so utter —

A charm invests a face

There came a Wind like a Bugle —