Ушла - путём, которым шла.
Слагая ношу с плеч,
простой наряд подобрала,
направясь Свету встречь.
У врат фигурку разглядеть
смочь Ангелам вполне,-
её не смочь найти мне впредь
на смертной стороне.
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She died -- this was the way she died. by Emily Dickinson
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.