The chariot
(1950)
The chariot
1950
Emily Dickinson
Aaron Copland
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 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.
2017
Nov 9Shedd Classical 17-18Sure On This Shining NightJaqua
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