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 —
Dying is not much pain, a funeral, and an easing for others; that is all.