Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
To die—takes just a little while
To die—takes just a little while—
They say it doesn't hurt—
It's only fainter—by degrees—
And then—it's out of sight—
A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
A Crape upon the Hat—
And then the pretty sunshine comes—
And helps us to forget—
That but for love of us—
Had gone to sleep—that soundest time—
Without the weariness—
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- "I want"—it pleaded—All its ...
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- "Unto Me?" I do not know you
- "Why do I love" You, Sir?
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- A Book
- A Burdock—clawed my Gown
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