cardboard-fragile: Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held
cardboard-fragile: Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility. We passed the school, where children stroveAt recess, in the ring;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us;The dews grew quivering and chill,For only gossamer my gown,My tippet only tulle. We paused before a house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible,The cornice but a mound. Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet eachFeels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses’ headsWere toward eternity. ~Emily Dickinson One of my favorite poems ever. -- source link