Bells for John's Whiteside's Daughter -Poem #2

There was such speed in her little body,   

And such lightness in her footfall,   

It is no wonder her brown study

Astonishes us all.

Her wars were bruited in our high window.   

We looked among orchard trees and beyond   

Where she took arms against her shadow,   

Or harried unto the pond

The lazy geese, like a snow cloud

Dripping their snow on the green grass,   

Tricking and stopping, sleepy and proud,   

Who cried in goose, Alas,

For the tireless heart within the little   

Lady with rod that made them rise

From their noon apple-dreams and scuttle   

Goose-fashion under the skies!

But now go the bells, and we are ready,   

In one house we are sternly stopped

To say we are vexed at her brown study,   

Lying so primly propped.

When reading Bells for John Whiteside's Daughter by John Crowe Ransom I honestly could not figure out the meaning towards this poem. I know the basics like that it's someone's daughter that the narrator is talking about. But if not reading it again then I wouldn't have caught tht main idea that the little girl died. It was quite obvious by using the past tense of things like "there was such a speed in her little body". But we don't know why. But how did she die? It keeps repeating about geese, but is that supposed to be her? The repetition of the geese could be a statement that the young girl was like a goose. It was quite a confusing story overall.