Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, -- so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His fashions quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.

His conversation seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
Our interview was transient,--
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that appalling day!

1. What Inn Is This
2. It Was Not Death, for I Stood up
3. A Throe upon the Features
4. Gone
5. Till the End

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