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Because   I   Could   Not   Stop   For   Death

Kinda eerie but cute at the same time :-P


Becuse I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me.
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality.

We slowly drove. He knew no haste, 
And I had out away
My labour and my leisure too
For his civility.

We passed the school where children strove
At recees in the ring.
We passed the field of gazing grain;
We passed the setting sun---

Or rather he passed us.
The dews quivering and chill, 
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed 
A swelling of the ground.
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice in the ground.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horse' heads
Were toward Eternity.

Emily Dickinson