150 <br /> <br />She died—this was the way she died. <br />And when her breath was done <br />Took up her simple wardrobe <br />And started for the sun. <br />Her little figure at the gate <br />The Angels must have spied, <br />Since I could never find her <br />Upon the mortal side.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-died-this-was-the-way-she-died/
