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| Emily Dickinson (1830–86) |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
XXVII
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| BECAUSE I could not stop for Death, |
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| He kindly stopped for me; |
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| The carriage held but just ourselves |
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| And Immortality. |
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| We slowly drove, he knew no haste, |
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| And I had put away |
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| My labor, and my leisure too, |
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| For his civility. |
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| We passed the school where children played |
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| At wrestling in a ring; |
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| We passed the fields of gazing grain, |
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| We passed the setting sun. |
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| We paused before a house that seemed |
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| A swelling of the ground; |
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| The roof was scarcely visible, |
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| The cornice but a mound. |
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| Since then ’t is centuries; but each |
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| Feels shorter than the day |
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| I first surmised the horses’ heads |
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| Were toward eternity. |
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| hey ivi!! this be sunmi!! wow i read all the old entires...itz very funniii!! u've changed a lot! wow!! i mean a lot! but in a good way!! i'm happiii for u!!! yay!!! goooo ivi! :P
hahhahaha in 7th grade...we were soooo stupid...i dun like me in 7th grade.... | | |
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by Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
XXIII.
I reason, earth is short,
And anguish absolute,
And many hurt;
But what of that?
I reason, we could die:
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that?
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given;
But what of that? | | |
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