She died at play,

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.

Emily Dickinson

Emily describes dandelion’s flower head dried up and spraying seeds,

She died in high spirit

And skipped away

Her lease time left

Then as gaily as a Turk

Upon a couch of flowers

Her ghost strolled softly over the hill

Yesterday and today

Her robe is as silver fleece

Her face is as fog.