(According to xkcd.com, this was written in "ballad meter", meaning it can be "read" to the tune of Gilligan's Island. Give it a try....)
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 grew 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 but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Great. Now *I* won't be able to read it normally ever again, either. Should I blame xkcd for the idea or you for posting the whole thing?
ReplyDeleteI would place the blame ENTIRELY on them!
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