A Favorite Poem & Lullabye

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.

-Emily Dickinson

I've mentioned before how beautiful I think death is. For some reason this poem (and song sung by Natalie Merchant) is in my heart and mind tonight after a long day of study and research. Perhaps I am ready for rest and sleep...and for something beautiful among so much ugliness in the world. Goodnight, my lovelies.