Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven read more
God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven at last,
I'm going all along.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
