So proud she was to die

by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English

So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed —
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be
Immediately — that Anguish stooped
Almost to Jealousy —

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Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
There is a pain — so utter —

There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
A charm invests a face

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
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It quivered through the Grass
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So proud she was to die

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 —