Vanished (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson

By Emily Dickinson

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
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

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