Emily Dickinson

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

She Died At Play - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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She died at play,
Gambolled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turn
Upon a Couch of flowers.

Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill
Yesterday, and Today,
Her vestments as the silver fleece—
Her countenance as spray.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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