Poetry & Shayari

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 -

I taste a liquor never brewed -

From Tankards scooped in Pearl -

Not all the Vintners of the Summer

Could intoxicate me so -

Inebriate of Air - am I -

And Debauchee of Dew -

Reeling - through endless summer days -

From inns of Molten Blue -

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or help one robin to his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away,

Nor any Coursers like a Page

Of prancing Poetry -