The Chariot
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground ;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries ; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
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It swallows substance up —
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