Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

To Die - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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