The Chariot [SSC8 Poetry Challenge]

(Notes: No new words added or any words changed to the original poem. I repeated lines for extra chorus and flow *.) The Chariot by Emily Dickinson 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 labor, 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. And Immortality * And Immortality * We slowly drove, he knew no haste * Toward eternity * 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 feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity Toward eternity * Toward eternity * Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. And Immortality * And Immortality * We slowly drove, he knew no haste * Toward eternity *