Poems & Selections

Vanished

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
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

May brooks and trees and singing hills Join in the chorus too. And every gentle wind that blows Send happiness to you.
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