Requiem. By Emily Elizabeth 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.