Because I Could Not Stop For Death

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-
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 Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity-

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

Flabergastingly honest, and so so romantic I want to cry and at the same time rejoice with you both. What a story - bound with music too, this is sounding like a film score to me..... a beautifully tender write.
ah Tony....this is right up my tree my friend...music means so much to me and I think I would long be lost if not for the words of a great songwriter...the fact that the two of you share this love for Jackson is great...I won't settle with a man who won't appreciate U2! ! ! ....your story is a hope filled beacon for a soul like mine...thanks