Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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.

Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

1. There Is a Shame of Nobleness
2. The Battle-Field
3. A Country Burial
4. Till the End
5. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar

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