Death & Dying
She died, -- this was the way she died
Death & Dying
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.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “She died, -- this was the way she died.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/268/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “She died, -- this was the way she died.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/268/.
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