A Swelling of the Ground

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 strove
At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -

Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity -

- Emily Dickinson

Having had only about 1 hour sleep on the plane last night, I'm too tired to give much of a description of my photo today. But it is based on the 5th verse of this poem.

My sister, Daveen and I went graveyard visiting and "paused before a house that seemed a swelling in the ground - the roof was scarcely visible - the cornice in the ground". There are some beautiful old graveyards here! This one was at Holy Trinity Anglican Church, just up the hill from my Mum's home church, where her funeral service will be held tomorrow.