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 gat… - Emily Dickinson

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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.