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 –
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 –