Poemsby Emily Dickinson


 Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. 
 One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school, - There must be guests in Eden; All the rooms are full. 
 Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star, - Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are.