She died at play
Read 'She died at play' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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