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    Emily Dickinson

    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--

    This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a nonprofit collective.