Emily Ma Belle

Because I could not stop for Death-- the reaper choked my every breath, silence now! he would exclaim, your life has been a carnival game-- He cracked his whip, on the march-- we passed Cambell--the London arch, that lovely place that fed my youth, his house of mirrors, my honest truth-- Above our heads, a stirring cloud-- the distance fading, a ghostly crowd, along the Thames he would confide, that I would someday be his bride-- Wintery winds were like his hands-- he grew colder, and gave commands, Where was heaven? that saving light, Where was hell? this torturous night-- The horses screamed, a slavish pain-- my body trembling from the rain, his laugh was maddening, like his stare, eternity his proposal, my hearts despair-- Emily, tu sera toujours ma belle-- mon amour brulera comme une chandelle. The words he spoke, I did not believe, his love a mystery, I could not conceive-- The carriage vanished, and none did see, how death did take the best of me.