Dickinson, Emily: Meghalt -- a halál megesett. 150 (She died — this was the way she died. 150 in Hungarian)

She died — this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

Meghalt -- a halál megesett.
S mikor végsőt lehelt,
Egyszerű ruhát öltött,
S indult a nap fele.
Kis lényét észrevehették
Őrt álló Angyalok,
Mert azóta se láttam
A földi oldalon.