-- toward eternity

title taken from the last line of Emily Dickenson's poem; "Because I could not stop for Death"

This is my neighboring village, Basmont. I was strolling, just as the sun decided to set, and the lamps and the trees seemed perfect. And plus i had my camera.
..countrysiiiiiiide.

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, 5
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring; 10
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, 15
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

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Photo (c) moi (lumikuu)
"Because I could not stop for Death" (c) Emily Dickenson