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 played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
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. YEEHAW!
Btw, I am a big fan of Copland's solo settings of Heart, we will forget him, and Going to Heaven.
P.S. Dickinson lovers, bring on the hate mail if you want.
If you have read this far, poor soul, here is your final reward:
|Noun||1.||declivity - a downward slope or bend|
downhill - the downward slope of a hill
incline, slope, side - an elevated geological formation; "he climbed the steep slope"; "the house was built on the side of a mountain"
steep - a steep place (as on a hill)
One early use:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down the declivity and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling after.