To Die Poem by Emily Dickinson
To Die
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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4/25/2024 1:20:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
second stanza is beautiful...last stanza is not clear to me....yet it is Emily's magical write once again