Part Four: Time and Eternity
 
                    XXVII
 
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—

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steven t.
over 3 years

Harvest Moon
++++++++++
death rides tonight
upon stallion harvest moon
galloping ever closer
so cherish your noon
his right arm is strong
his stallion is swift
he howls in delight
with each severed stiff
the breeze sings a song
to your loved ones who morn
he'll never run out
as new babes are born
his sickle stays sharp
his steed ever strong
the earths his domain
to fill eternity's throng
+++++++++++++++
the reluctant poet

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