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The Single Hound, XXXVI by Emily Dickinson
SHE died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk 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.