Take a ride in Emily Dickinson's chariot.
But beware. . . there's no turning back.
"Because I could not stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson
Because 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 put away, My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility.
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess, in the Ring.
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain.
We passed the Setting Sun.
Or rather – He passed Us – The Dews drew quivering and Chill.
