To die—takes just a little while— <br />They say it doesn't hurt— <br />It's only fainter—by degrees— <br />And then—it's out of sight— <br /> <br />A darker Ribbon—for a Day— <br />A Crape upon the Hat— <br />And then the pretty sunshine comes— <br />And helps us to forget— <br /> <br />The absent—mystic—creature— <br />That but for love of us— <br />Had gone to sleep—that soundest time— <br />Without the weariness—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-die-takes-just-a-little-while/
