Because you could not stop for death,
 

I kindly stopped for you;
 

an invitation saved for this
 

clandestine rendezvous.
 

Declaring your life’s just begun
 

and works you haven’t done;
 

paper with rhymes and words unsaid—
 

while your ink well dries blue.
 

Instead, come. Join the procession
 

into the uncharted
 

where rarely seen a setting sun
 

and gloom is discarded.
 

In my carriage we duly ride
 

east past the stormy clouds
 

farther than your thoughts have ventured
 

straight into the profound.
 

Welcome to cosmic renewal;
 

your spirit’s free to run
 

as different journeys will begin
 

beyond the morning dew.