Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The last night that she lived,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.

We noticed smallest things, --
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as 't were.

That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A jealousy for her arose
So nearly infinite.

We waited while she passed;
It was a narrow time,
Too jostled were our souls to speak,
At length the notice came.

She mentioned, and forgot;
Then lightly as a reed
Bent to the water, shivered scarce,
Consented, and was dead.

And we, we placed the hair,
And drew the head erect;
And then an awful leisure was,
Our faith to regulate.

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
3. On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose
4. The First Lesson
5. It Was Too Late for Man

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