Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. - Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.

I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — 'Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed by Pebble — but Myself
Was all the one that fell — Was it Goliath — was too large — Or was myself — too small?

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Dwell in possibility. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.