AN EMILY DICKINSON TAROT REBUS

Because could not stop for
He kindly stopped for me;
held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My , and my too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing ,
We passed the setting .

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my ,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward .