Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
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 labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Emily Dickinson
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ReplyDeleteAs ones fire burns forever within the deep abyss of which we call life.You must use your fire as light to shine your way through to be swallowed by the darkness in the world push my friend fight your way through.
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