e 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 played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of grazing 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." Emily wrote between one thousand seven hundred and two thousand poems. Almost all of her poems were untitled. Somewhere between seven and ten were published in her lifetime. The reason so few were published was because her poetry was ahead of its time. Emily's poems were different from what the people were used to at this time. She had a great talent for writing poems, but it was not acknowledge until after her death. Here is another one of her great poems. "Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition , So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear." Emily took her last breath on May fifteenth, eighteen hundred eighty-six. She died of a kidney dysfunction. [ 5. http://encarta.msn.com/find/concise.asp?ti=023d7000 ] Her sister, Lavinia, found some of her poems in a hand sewn booklet in her r...
