Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Vanished

by Emily Dickinson

 

XXX.

 

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.