At the end of this poem, each century of immortality is described as seeming shorter than a day.
At the end of this poem, each century of immortality is described as seeming shorter than a day. In it, a carriage passes childhood at play, the fields, the setting sun, and finally the grave, where even the cornice has crumbled to a mound. The coachman of the carriage is death, who forces each person to put off worldly considerations to make the journey toward eternity. FTP, what is this Emily Dickenson poem whose second line is "He kindly stopped for me"?
At the end of this poem, each century of immortality is described as seeming shorter than a day.
Because I could not stop for death (or poem 712)