Poems by Emily Dickinson: Vanished
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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Vanished
Vanished
She died, — this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
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.
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
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