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--

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

second stanza is beautiful...last stanza is not clear to me....yet it is Emily's magical write once again
She's done much better.