Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

A Man may make a Remark -
In itself - a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature - lain -

A light exists in spring  Not present on the
At any other period
When March is scarcely hereA color stands abroad  On solitary
That science cannot overtake,  But human nature feels

A narrow fellow in the
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,—did you not,
His notice sudden is

A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude

A Drop fell on the Apple Tree -
Another - on the Roof -
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -
And made the Gables laugh -

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant is -

A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside -

A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel –
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal –

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in
And ate the fellow, raw.

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.