So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.
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Comments1Just revisited "So Proud She Was to Die" by Emily Dickinson. Not as captivating as I remember. What's the message though?