She died at play,
Gambolled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turn
Upon a Couch of flowers.

Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill
Yesterday, and Today,
Her vestments as the silver fleece —
Her countenance as spray.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem She died at play,

2 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    A happy little girl dies. I felt her spirit in the clouds and rain.

  2. leslie says:

    i just wanted to say she is a very good pote and

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