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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.
Or Rather - He passed Us -
The Dews grew 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 but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
I follow this band called Assembly if Dust and they have a song called the Honest Hour that is inspired by the first line of this poem
In the hour before the devil finds Ive died
Ill move slow as my ending descends from the pines
Because I couldnt stop for death
She kindly stopped for me and she stole my breath (Emily Dickinson)
If Im bound or gagged
If Im lost or loosin
I might want to leave from hear
Until Then Ill still be cruisin
High above the atmosphere
Well I walked through that hour in a drawn out sleepless bliss
Blinking possabilites shuttered and ceased to exist
Like a prisoner of my personality
My time had come and my body was set free
Reid Genuaer